[His hands sit folded on the edge of the table. Although his heart skips a beat, he doesn't move, save for nodding twice.]

Yes! I will do as you say. The bountiful power you've blessed this follower with will not go to waste.

[He pauses, his mouth still open as a thought occurs to him. Will this next question toe some kind of a boundary?]

Though I must wonder . . . Are there any other followers at this time?