"If I what?" Mac croaked, horrified by the very idea that he would sink so low. On his own, anyways. There were a lot of things he'd do for those he had any personal loyalty to. Mara and Uldren held particularly high standing there. hey could certainly demand questionable things.

"Why would I do that? Why?" Mac asked, staring at Uldren as though he'd grown a second head before reaching up and patting both of the elf's cheeks. The elf, for his part, stared blankly at the exchange, ears twitching with Uldren's quick disrobing. If he was afraid, he didn't show it, preferring either to act dignified and "tough" in the face of danger, or literally being so confident that he refused to show any fear. Maybe he genuinely didn't feel any fear, who could say?

"Don't be crude," Mac muttered, turning his attention to the elf with a careful smile. "Are you alright?" he asked, tilting his head slightly before touching his own chest.

"I'm Mac. Mac. Me. That's me, Mac. And that's Prince Sov," he said, pointing to Uldren. "Mac. Prince Sov. Mac. Prince Sov..." he trailed off, pointing to the elf and arching a brow slowly in question, the universal example of 'this is my name, now what's yours'.

"I only need a few sentences from him and I can map the language based on the tone and patterns," Ghost remarked to Mac only. They had decided Ghost staying out of sight was in everyone's best interests for the time being.