The crackling, screaming energy of anger attack threaten dominate that Akatan brings scrapes hard against the inside of Skellig's skull, grating and unpleasant.

Skellig does not bother to hide his look of discomfort, though it is likely seen more as one of disgust. He briefly contemplates simply walking away and leaving Akatan to his ramblings, but he cannot. Instead, he closes the distance - staying out of striking range, for now.

"She has a name," he grumbles in response. "But you would not speak it off your tongue."

And that is an order.

"I would have thought by now that word should had gotten back to you, of what your 'friends' learnt yesterday eve? That I am no demon, simply a man..." he shrugs. "Same as you."