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There was a lot of rugged masculinity in the trunk of the Rolls. Az found himself glancing over the form, to follow the pattern of the tattoos. He knew from experience that the ones written as fae language could be blended into other tattoos, seemingly to give them a misleading design. Something told him that nothing about the Paladin required misdirection though. No subterfuge. He was exactly what he was without the need to hide it nor apologize. Az understood that well enough, and had the situation been different, the mystic wouldn't have had a problem with the Paladin. He held no bias nor grudge. But the moment someone targetted his blood, all bets were off. He was, by many a comparison, an exceptionally docile vampire. But he was also a dragon, and there were certain things which could not be avoided.

He had several questions for the man, even as he watched Enzo tranquilize the figure. As the Paladin was rolled into a bag to be carted off. As Mortll led the way. Az realized, when the thought nagged at the back of his mind, that he didn't know very much about the woman. They were socially friendly. He felt loyalty to her. Would defend her. But he didn't really know her all that well. Hopefully proximity would give them time to get closer. Intimacy through interaction. In fact, he'd seen more of the woman in only a few months than he'd seen her in years prior. And he liked that.

His hands were stuffed into pockets as he trailed along. He didn't suspect he'd be able to provide very much to the whole torture thing except for a line of questioning. Chances were though that Enzo would have much the same perspective as him. However, Az was fine with being a consenting observer.

"A little work indeed." Said with a ghost of a smile.

The outting of vampires to the world community was still something of a conundrum to Az. He spent a lot of time in his own head, and there were a lot of bad directions the whole thing could take. In the past, killing off Paladin would have been nothing. By their very nature, they were a secretive group, lest they come across as insane. Now with the cat out of the bag, how many of them were going to be funded by religions and religious states? How long until Paladins became the modern day terrorists?

Would anyone even care about vampires? They were dead, after all. Did that mean the cessation of human rights? They were cognizant and had sentience, which meant they should have some sort of rights. However without any explicitly stated, how long would it take for certain actors to try and use that as a loophole to murder vampires? And of course, there were the masses. One wrong image, of vampires torturing a human would be enough to discredit the entire population. Possibly to thousands. They had to be extremely careful about disposing of the body. Because chances were that every criminal death was going to be closely looked at for possible vampiric involvement. Which meant they had to work twice as hard to make homicide look completely human related. And they had to be more judicious with the people they killed.

Which was a pain in the *** for Az, but such was life. Or death, in this case.

It didn't surprise Azraeth that Mortll had a place to 'take care of business', such was par for the course when it came to any vampire who intended to survive for very long. By their very nature, they had to feed on humans (or other living beings) in order to survive. Harper Rock was not a safe or kind place to live, and often their kind had to defend against the next big evil, be it rogue vampires, or blood thieves, or hunters. Even Az, who rarely felt the need to interrogate anyone, had his own apartment soundproofed, and the floors and walls had been treated with a substance which made the cleaning of blood very easy. Even with luminol and a blacklight, finding evidence of foul play in his home was difficult. So the idea of Mortll having created a place to take people in order to question them didn't seem out of place to the vampire. No matter one's ideology, sometimes one had to make the tough choices. Thus was life.

"Swanky." He mentioned in passing, as he helped to cart the human inside. The metallic instruments spoke of pain, and of experience. The industrial props, even if they weren't used (though Az suspected they were), created an intimidating façade. The signal scrambler was not only efficient, but it killed any hope a captive might have had of sneaking a coded message off to someone waiting in the wings. He respected the choices, because all of them had been clearly thought out, which revealed the more methodical side of Mortll's personality. A side that Azraeth found himself appreciating more and more with the passing of time, because he prized efficiency in his business dealings. He glanced towards the meat grinder. "Had a Mrs. Lovett moment?" He asked. Which was right around the time Enzo had to go and take a call. Az was more than happy to pick up the slack, since the human didn't weigh all that much to begin with.

Slinging the body closer, he was more than happy to do as directed. In fact, he was just happy that he got to be part of the whole thing. Work with his bloodline towards a common goal. Even if it was torture. Even if the event that had sparked the whole thing had been something terrible. He ended up hauling the paladin over to the crane so Mortll could secure the wrists. Az stepped back then, his arms dropping to his sides as his gaze settled on the man. His idea to wake the man up would have been to let his own palms burn brightly, and then touch them to the human's flesh. However, it seemed Mortll had a more practical idea in mind. Seconds later, the room was filled with the sound of a scream. The vampire thought he could hear a thunking sound in tandem with Mortll's question and he glanced back towards the door. "I'll go check." He offered. Really, both of them weren't necessary to begin asking questions. And he doubted the paladin was going to crack in the news few minutes anyway.