[Much of how Valerius acts is odd, but he himself finds the whole “trapped in a memory void” thing particularly so. He tilts his head as the other man refuses to make eye contact with him, and remains attentive]

Ah, so you come from a place plagued by war? I’m...terribly sorry to hear that you saw something so unfortunate. [His face lightens up to a sheepish expression] Though it’s funny you thought of me as an enemy. I couldn’t use a sword if my life depended on it…

[He’s more of an ice-spike using necromancer type. Thankfully, no one in the coven will ever find out about that latter part.]