"Yes" Isolt replied, short, concise, a cautious response as she rightfully minded her tongue. Not that there was another answer other than the one that was provided. Yet.. it certainly lacked something even though Risque allowed that one word to breathe and settle between them. If only to read the nuances that were on display while the young woman remained on her knees before the queen of the damned. After all, this was Risque's hellish kingdom she found herself. It was her empire she had built from nothing but ash. Just as she had always done. Isolt was no princess in this hell and even she would be forced to abide by her own rules or suffer more for it. Yes, that one word would have to suffice and satisfy, for now.

But those hypnotic eyes bore down upon the girl even still and in that glance, she could see it clearly, even without her promise to take revenge on the man that had stolen her child. It was clear just how far the mighty had fallen. Enough to take root and fester. Isolt was changed, of that much the vampire queen could tell. The most entertaining part of all was that she didn't even have to lift a finger for it to happen, those dominos had fallen. Yet the thing about darkness was... it was always there, it only needed to be fed to grow. The true question that remained was just how deep did that corrupted pestilence go?

It was only then, once she had witnessed Isolt deflate to the figurative vulnerable bones that were left that Risque sought more information. For that, she simply released that hold she had seized upon her chin, allowing the woman to regain herself in order to properly speak.

That pause seemed to last far longer than any other between them as Isolt's gaze faded into a vacant, far-off look while she stared into something only she could see, almost like someone infected by her hallucinogenic venom. Such an expression that the she-devil had seen on more than one face before. It was only after her eyes regained their focus that Isolt recalled the memories.

As memories often were, they were disjointed at best. Risque loathed its formless ambiguity. For all she knew, it was nothing but fabricated whimsical fantasy, crafted from a traumatized mind. While these were imperative facts to Isolt, it hardly gave the she-devil all that she sought. How she would do far better to enter her mind and take them herself. No, instead she needed to see through the young woman's words with a sharp, detached shrewdness that often stripped people bare as she listened only for what few facts she could actually find useful.

That mention of 'the tower' was only a droplet of water in a vast ocean. The tunnels rang a bell. Some knowledge of her own that she did not bother to share. Interesting. Risque's features remained perfectly unreadable as she dissected her every word. It wasn't until Isolt mentioned a necromancer that it caused any true reaction at all, one in the form of a hiss of disapproval. Her bloodied red lips formed a tight line of irritation.

She was hardly concerned by the meddling warlock and his apparent near godlike, vampiric strength...Warlocks, after all, were annoying, yes, but they were easy enough to bring to heel. It was the necromancer that truly captured Risque's focus. After all, even an old, weak one could become a problem.

"A necromancer? Now that is rare... considering they are almost always hunted and destroyed no matter the cost to our kind because they cannot be allowed to live. They are often destroyed the moment they are discovered. The fact that one still stands and lived to such a ripe old age is...almost impossible due to their violent ends. Tell me, what makes you suspect she is one? You said you were unsure. Explain." Risque commanded effortlessly and she was not so easily convinced by Isolt's words.

"There is also the matter of how you escaped your captor that I am curious about as well." Risque inquired with those accented words.

It would appear no stone would be left unturned.