The warlock laughs. "I was sure I had proven my intelligence before. Did you really think I was going to put these... things... on without knowing what the hell they are?" His ghost materializes the gauntlets into his hand. The warlock examines them for a second. "There are very few things I haven't seen before... I am very curious to know what these are." He laughs again. "Still, I've seen gear do strange things to people. Like that vex armour that fused to the wearers, and hive weapons that whisper dark secrets..." He stops. "Anyway, I'm not interested in games, as I'm sure I said before. Who the hell are you? What are these?" He shakes the gauntlets. "And I know you're hiding something. What's that consciousness behind yours? What voice spoke to me before?" He holds up his hand and clenches it into a fist, glowing with purple energy. "Don't make me force it out of you."