Again Azwel is stricken by how she looks in the silvery light--that white skin and black hair and those deep blue eyes. But he can't tear his eyes from the dark red that glistens on that royal blue fabric. But he has to. He must, or he'll end his days here and now.

He gives a short laugh. "Death cannot be conquered--it comes to us all, sooner or later. It can be averted, displayed, used, but never defeated." But at the next question his brows furrow over wide eyes and he steps back, that same magick gathering around him again, that same red and blue light trailing from those gauntlets he hadn't removed. "Have a care how closely you tread to some things, or I may consider the study concluded already!"