Dreadstone's ebony skin has a faint green tinge in the torchlight as the girl details in exhaustive, exacting detail what they apparently expected him or some other demon to do to them. Even Gnaw whines and tries to bury his muzzle under his paws.
Clamping his hand across the girl's mouth, he brings her stream of blather to an end. "You hush," he says, holding an upright finger before her face. "You say one more word 'bout this stuff, an' I'll..."
Dreadstone pauses as he tries to think of something that could instill fear into the heart of someone do twisted as to have been wanting to be gruesomely sacrificed to the agents of chaos.
"An' I'll have our paladin of Herioneous lecture you 'bout the error of yer ways. Drag you to church sermons an' everythin'."
Satisfied that she will not continue, he lets her go and turns to Leo. "This crap must be gettin' to me, because yer startin' t'sound downright sensible."
((I'll level up when I get home))