[The Death Knight had been touched with a particular brand of insanity, hadn't he? Perhaps beneath his armor, he might have looked like this. Bloodstained. Feral. Sauntering from the delight of his kill.]

Truly, you must be mad. A favor? I would have killed those men whether you partook of the slaughter or not.

[He smiles faintly, his expression challenging.]

They had you in chains. Those soldiers knew not to trust you, so why should I?