"The necessity of demon souls is something I treat with distaste, and I have my moments where I feel them," he noted, patting his chest. It fluttered sometimes as he stacked the power neatly away inside, nothing like subjugating magic as he always had.

But the curious shrug, a cant of his head followed the final note. The tap of a finger kept his glasses on even ground upon the bridge of his nose. Perhaps it had nothing to do with kissing...

"No? Yet I distinctly recall something warm within the connection, a different type of flame, yet something that cannot be accurately described." The purple of his eyes were alight in a sort of mischief turned her way