I wasn't aware necromancers were capable of forming long-lasting relationships, either, was on the tip of Anton's tongue, but in light of that revelation he chose not to say it. Or at least not phrase it in such a way, though for a moment he wasn't sure how to phrase it in any manner that wasn't prying.

"Not so much," he said instead to answer her question, taking the bag of remains and throwing them into the furnace. "I may need the resources of Stark Industries for the forge, and I will need Wreath's measures about the arms, but that should be all, I think." Anton turned to the weapons, and glanced at Raine, and hesitated for just a moment.

"I realise this is not entirely my business," he said finally, but with as much gentleness as he could find, "and I will drop the subject if you feel I am overstepping my bounds; but I am not certain it is wise for you to court a necromancer. They are not generally trustworthy people, Raine."