"... Ike," He responded to Charlia's question. As for his intentions... well, they were rather simple and pure, yet dark and possibly bloody at the same time–to protect those he cared about, which would in turn mean murdering the hell out of anybody who might pose a threat to them. And of course, he lacked the physical ability to do that. He gazed at Charlia as he though of his own intentions, part of him wondering what Charlia's own intentions were. In truth, he didn't believe the elf to be very angry at all. He knew what angry looked like–he saw it in himself over the dead bodies of the people he'd killed.