Korsy merely placed the saint on the ground and checked his dagger before holstering it again.
"Maybe... all i can tell you is watch your back, you never know," he answered the Seducer before turning his attention to the argonian that had whispered him the question. "Sublime, my brother," he whispered to him and then went back to his chair, "so what's the whole idea with the body?"
The whole idea seemed strange to him. Why did she need a body and what were the other items? Necromancy? Maybe but it wasn't really something he could judge when he was a magically attuned as a rock.

Nyra's eyes went wide as she witnessed the slaughter and the meekly-framed lizard hurried on over and dropped to her knees beside the Saint. She shook her head as she caressed the Saint's cheek as she made a tutting noise, "All life is precious and must not be wasted in such a way..." she murmured, with a sigh before standing back up to face the Dark Seducer, "I only need help carrying her, I am not strong enough to do so. I have everything else. R-ready to go."

Her heart was racing. She was really going to meet a Daedric Prince. Behind that neutral expression and rarely-blinking-stare the Argonian was quickly being wrapped by fear.
'He can't be that bad... right? I mean, for whatever reason he chose me of all people and is actually encouraging my practice.' she thought as an attempt to reassure herself.

Korsy heard the phrase whispered to him by the other argonian but ignored it for now. He had a little score to settle. Granted he wasn't one that couldn't take insults... but then it had to be warranted and this... well, he wasn't going to let some deadric prince insult without reason.
"Well... you might get to meet him early then," he muttered as he suddenly pulled his ebony dagger out, moved to restrain the seducer and bury it in her back, right between the shoulder blades.

Razeshzr looked up at the new comer Is he the one I am suppose to be waiting for? Let me test it then. He thought as he then noticed the other Argonian that he did not realize that was here the whole time he simply nodded at her as he walked over to the one near the door and simple whispered to him "What is the flavor of fear?" he waited near him as he looked on to what was happening around him.

Nyra could have sworn that her scales had lifted and stood on end when she heard her name, her eyes widened when the Gold Saint loomed over her.
'Lord Sheogorath?! That was him?' her thoughts panicked and yet, when one would look upon her she appeared to be collected and calm. She cast the Saint an uncomfortably long stare when being addressed; the hood of her robes fell back in the process, revealing a severely gaunt face with milky-blue eyes and horrific scars from spells being cast at her or simply were side effects from her practice.

The mage tiled her head and gave a coy smile, "His demands have been heard and not ignored. This happened only seconds ago and I have been mulling over how to get the last thing I needed - since I already have two of the three items with me. I can only beg for his pardon as I am a mere Mortal whom could not possibly keep up with a Daedric Prince's speed and capabilities."