It takes Jay a little bit to decipher what the Initiate is saying. His style of speech certainly is difficult -- halfway between a carnival barker and a cult preacher crazed on opium (or something more exciting, perhaps). However, he figures the Initiate is asking his name and ... ah. The pleasure of his company? That certainly is surprising. People generally choose to disbelieve the rumours -- and the outright statements -- of his necromancy. It's too nasty a subject to think about, he supposes.

He's flattered enough by the Initiate to blush, just like a schoolgirl. Someone so dangerous and so exciting (and not too bad-looking either, if definitely wild) thinks he's worth allying with!

"You propose an alliance, darling?" he says, grinning up at the Initiate. "That I can do. I do have to know who I'm working with, however -- my name is Jay, not Blue."

He bows, from the waist, low enough that the ends of his dreadlocks touch the floor. He hopes that even if the Initiate is not familiar with Tulun customs, he'll recognise the gesture as respectful.

"But really, I'd be honoured to ally with one such as you!"

Ally and perhaps more. But Jay doesn't want to get too ahead of himself just yet. He doesn't even know the other man's name!