"Semantics." He chuckled softly as he nestled her gently to his chest. She wasn't breakable. No, he would never think she was weak or breakable. He simply wanted to treat her with the care and respect she deserved. The word that came to mind, surprisingly, was cherish. He wanted to cherish her.
So as he started up the stairs, he hummed a soft sound waiting for her to settle and be still. "I'm good at knowing what to do with demons. I don't like them much myself, you know." Just because he could talk to them and understand them didn't mean he liked them. "I'm likely the only Warlock on this side of the world that knows how to cure those infected by greater demon poisoning." Or powerful enough.
The thought humbled him. It shook the inner core of his being. What if he'd not been here? But he quickly brushed it aside. "I'm glad to know you won't stab me. I don't much like getting stabbed. It's rather painful and it takes a lot of energy to recover from." Stepping into the door, he used his magic to close it behind them.
As he crossed the room to the sofa, he tipped his head just slightly against hers. "Of course. What sort of gentleman would I be if I didn't aide a lovely lady, no matter how strong she is, that is distressed? It goes against centuries of morals beaten into me." The first statement was completely honest. The second lilted in teasing fashion as he careful set her down on the sofa.
He didn't rise off of his knees in front of her before turning curious gold eyes on her. "Well, regardless of your reason for being here, I'm going to have to insist you rest before I walk you home."
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So as he started up the stairs, he hummed a soft sound waiting for her to settle and be still. "I'm good at knowing what to do with demons. I don't like them much myself, you know." Just because he could talk to them and understand them didn't mean he liked them. "I'm likely the only Warlock on this side of the world that knows how to cure those infected by greater demon poisoning." Or powerful enough.
The thought humbled him. It shook the inner core of his being. What if he'd not been here? But he quickly brushed it aside. "I'm glad to know you won't stab me. I don't much like getting stabbed. It's rather painful and it takes a lot of energy to recover from." Stepping into the door, he used his magic to close it behind them.
As he crossed the room to the sofa, he tipped his head just slightly against hers. "Of course. What sort of gentleman would I be if I didn't aide a lovely lady, no matter how strong she is, that is distressed? It goes against centuries of morals beaten into me." The first statement was completely honest. The second lilted in teasing fashion as he careful set her down on the sofa.
He didn't rise off of his knees in front of her before turning curious gold eyes on her. "Well, regardless of your reason for being here, I'm going to have to insist you rest before I walk you home."