“Now, now, you know better than to get too close,” Cassius’ fingers gingerly touched your hand. You had gotten too close to his familiar: a crow that was obviously not a fan of being groped. You feel the coolness of his magic surge through your skin, the blood of the scratch drying and seeping back beneath your body’s shell. He claps his hands once there’s no evidence the incident ever happened. “Alright, where were we?” He cooed, tilting his large hat and seeing it down, his aura strong and suffocating.