"Cursed gauntlet! How is a man supposed to relax in an area full of dead people when those very dead people are up and shambling about, moaning and groaning and being…. rather admittedly amusing…. in a general matter?"
Signus palmed his face in frustration with his non-gauntleted hand - mostly because he has never, in a single instance, put his gauntleted hand on his face once since he put on the gauntlet, and he was honestly uncertain of what may or may not happen were he to do so. Ever since he had put on the damnable (quite literally) thing, the dark energies of death and shadow have been following him around. Of course, those same energies are what gave him his rather impressive abilities, but at the same time, he was not one hundred percent in control of those abilities due to the nature of the gauntlet and the source of its power, so instances like this particular night were not uncommon for him.
"Ever since I was trapped in that bandit camp and found you, it's as though the undead have taken a rather unsettling liking to me, as well. I am not interested in dating a 400 year old human woman. Her bosoms are rotted away, and her smile is ghastly - though she had a quite nice personality, come to think of it. Were I born several centuries ago, I'm sure she would have made a lovely woman. But in any case, this is rather irritating. Hey!"
Signus turned and addressed a particularly ugly zombie that had started ripping up the flowers some poor soul had place for a loved one recently.
"Those are NOT toys!"
Signus couldn't really tell for certain, but it seemed as though the zombie slumped its rotten head in sadness, but it ceased all flower ripping and instead began to bang rocks against its head as if that were some new fad.
"I always wanted a dedicated following, but this…. this is a completely different matter entirely. I admit, these creatures are rather entertaining at times, but they make it nearly impossible to meet anyone with a proper pulse! Sure, no one harms anyone I try to make friends with because they listen to me, but… just their very presence - their stench and ghastly appearances - throw anyone off.
Signus grabbed his gauntleted arm and shook it rather stupidly.
"Bad hand! Baaad hand!"
Signus' demeanor picked up a little bit when he heard a commotion nearby. As curiosity set in, Signus decided to check it out. He could hear some angry moaning coming from some nearby zombies, and upon arriving on the scene, he caught sight of a woman - quite beautiful was she - relieving several of his accidentally summoned minions of their heads with a bow.
"Whoa. She's pretty. Wouldn't you agree?" Signus turned to a nearby zombie who had followed him for no particular reason.
The zombie looked at him for a moment and then shrugged as if to say "meh".
"Well, you wouldn't know anything about proper taste in women anyway. You're dead."
The zombie nodded in concession with his statement as it moaned in agreement.
Signus was certainly quite enthralled with this woman. It wouldn't be love at first sight, of course - Signus preferred to develop such things over time - but he instantly wanted to know more about this woman. Who was she? Why was she in a place like this?
Without thinking much, Signus jumped out of his hiding spot with a smile.
"Hello!" he exclaimed happily.
"Stand down, my unfortunate minions! I ask you to desist in attacking this fine young woman!"
In compliance, the zombies obeyed their rather unwilling master and stood around stupidly. Some scratched their heads - effectively peeling off what rotten flesh remained attached to their skulls - while others wandered off and fought one another instead.
Signus, with a big smile on his face, bowed quite extravagantly and with unnecessarily exaggerated gusto, and addressed the woman with a deep, friendly voice.
"Good evening, my lady. I am Signus Vittori - once nobleman's heir - now nobleman's betrayed son who happens to more or less command a modest horde of some rather silly ghouls and ghosts. Might I have the pleasure of knowing your name?"
Eyeing the woman's bow, Signus cleared his throat.
"I… should mention that this is NOT what it looks like, exactly. I know it might be hard to believe someone you just met who happens to be in the middle of the graveyard and able to walk amongst the dead as though he were best friends with them, but…… I had nothing to do with this."
He gestured at the gauntlet of his hand as he took hold of it and shook it vigorously to try and emphasize his point.
"It's my hand. Sometimes it doesn't listen to me and summons hordes of the undead when I don't want it. It really puts me off and ruins most attempts at a decent conversation."
He laughed a little reassuringly. Surely this woman would be level-headed enough to at least try and believe him? He wasn't an evil person…. even if his abilities were more or less so.