The pet cemetery comment makes Trahearne's lips curl in an expression that was a little too cold to count as a real smile. Controlling this many minions was a mental exercise, and one that demanded most of his concentration. He didn't need to respond with words when he had his minions to do that for him.

The flesh golem immediately turns to lumber after Devin, but it didn't seem inclined to charge at all, simply rounding on him with a slower but steady pace. The wurm closest to Devin did attempt to snap at him a couple of times, but then it reared up and spit a glob of sickly green gunk at Devin's feet, one that lightly sizzled as soon as it hit the grass. None of the minions had minds of their own, but neither could Trahearne control them directly - instead, he was giving them commands through the link he retained with them, which accounted for why he simply seemed to be standing still and observing the fight.