[Remaining where he stands, he watches the woman carefully and the way that she watches him. She is a lovely mortal, that much is true but Alduing knows better of the humans, better of mankind and he knows he is above them. Narrowing his gaze at the words she chooses he flexes his fingers as if trying to get used to them and how they move.] I fail to see what squinting has to do with it.

Purgatory I would believe--and if that is the case then I am closer to hell than between worlds.