Instantly, the Twins entire attention was focused upon the Shah. They declined to respond, however, until Morturion had finished having his say about the situation.
"You have no idea who old Kriegsey is, do you? The uppity mortal over there is right, Krieger is no living man. He happens to be a vampire, just like you and me. And so are most of his best fighting men and bookish types, the ones that are not bone or spirit or animated construct." they explained, moving around toward either side of him as they spoke, keeping easily out of striking distance, even at a bound. "Of course, if he decides to come for you, you would know that soon enough." The pair giggled wickedly, and just as fast as they had approached, they spun round and stalked off, this time towards Morturion.
"Besides, you are not the one who decides who rides with whom. Mr. One does! So sew your wagging jaws together!" they called out over their shoulders. So the pompous kitty-cat thought they could not be subtle, did he? How little he knew...
Still strutting like roosters, they approached the necromancer, as if explaining a complex engineering equation to a small tot. "Mr. Morty, you see, we tried manipulating him. We played all sorts of games with him. And we are quite good at games, Mr. Morty. Quite good."
The last two words were punctuated with an alarming toothed grin, one far more mischievous and self-pleased than a man who had successfully robbed Emperor Karl Franz of his breeches in public.
Then their demeanor soured a bit, and they looked at the floor. "We lost our previous wives that way. And almost all our money. Our house took a decade to repair, and we were forced to stay locked in our coffins for over twice that many years, until we could walk again. Sadly, Kriegsey, curmudgeonly old arse that he is, has to be bargained with. There is no toying or trifling with that bastard." they finished grimly, their faces legitimately thoughtful for the first time.