The Strix was pleased when he did not have to ask for her to speak the oath properly, listening to her words with some satisfaction. What came as she spoke, however, intrigued him. The raven let out a thoughtful sound, deep in his throat, as he felt the oath settle. That weight of an oath, draping across his shoulders like a cloak, something that bound the pair of them together until the oath was fulfilled, or the agent died.
“Have you been keeping secrets?” The Strix teased, his tone pleasant enough that it was clear the secret keeping had not offended him. It was, for those such as him, a matter of course, but it was always interesting when those thought to be mundanely human turned out to... not be. The movement of her hand caught his attention, and he watched with undisguised curiosity at the movement of the hand that was no longer the human he thought it to be. Did it go further up? Her sleeve obscured it.
“Have you been keeping secrets?” The Strix teased, his tone pleasant enough that it was clear the secret keeping had not offended him. It was, for those such as him, a matter of course, but it was always interesting when those thought to be mundanely human turned out to... not be. The movement of her hand caught his attention, and he watched with undisguised curiosity at the movement of the hand that was no longer the human he thought it to be. Did it go further up? Her sleeve obscured it.