( Said so lightly, with a wry twist of his lips: )

He murdered her when she didn't give him what he wanted. Convenient to blame Ratcatcher and friends. Equally believable that his brother covered it up. Deimar's been covering up our missteps too. What else has he had to smooth over?

( He glances to Wrathion, quirking his brows. )

Mah, my friend, what would you have us do about it? Deliver him to the ones who seek him? I'd prefer that to letting their little floating friend find him or any other. Soul consumption...

( He shivers, shudders. Looks grim. )

That's beyond horrifying.