They waited until the chamber had cleared, and then the house leader removed his shoulder guards, tossing them aside as he moved slowly down the steps and stood before the honorable, dishonored warrior. "And now." He stared sternly into the mans eyes. "We speak as equals. Warrior to warrior." "You bestow honor upon me with this gesture." The other warrior nodded gratefully. "But know this; upon the weight of my fallen honor, I will not betray my comrade and Captain. But ask what you wish." "Why this interest in a dancing slave girl? She is hardly worth what was offered, except to myself." "There are better and more effective ways to regain ones honor. But Lord Gavik is also consumed by revenge." "Sometimes to avenge ones honor. But this time you think not?" "It is well know of the feeling between the Slave and a klingon adopted off-worlder." "Bait." The Leader nodded slowly. "I will take no part in actions against this house." The warrior stated softly, his voice filled with regret." He paused for a moment, drew a deep breath. "And upon that, I will take my leave now. Fair well. It will be a long night." He then spun on his heel and headed for the far end exit to the hall.