Azriel lets his shadows lazily wrap around him as he looks at her as she talks. A coy smile adorning his face as he looks at her with adoration. The wind ruffles the wings on his back as the moonlight shines on his features.

“No, they don’t call me ‘shadowsinger’ because I can sing, sweetheart.” He says softly as he uses his fingers to tilt her head up towards him. Gently wrapping his fingers below her chin as he does so. “It’s a title someone made up.”

He smiles as she askes if he sings. “I’m not sure, that’s for me to know, and you to find out.” He says carefully as he passes her a small smile. Smiles from Azriel were rare, however, when she was around a smile from him was all you could see.