"Aion the Sinner. What sort of sinner are you, Aion? The fun kind, I hope, not the death and dismemberment sort, hm?" Even if this Aion was the murderous sort, Serrure was fairly certain that he would not be able to ply his craft on Serrure at the moment, being as they were out in the open with so many witnesses.

Serrure stepped back as Aion released him, giving a little shudder at the feel of power sweeping over him, "Or perhaps I ought to ask what are you?"