Valtor liked to defeat anyone in magical powers, even at half strength. Watching you resist and then rush into battle again brought him special pleasure. For the sorcerer, this was like training, but the man never crossed the line, trying not to hurt you, but rather to knock you down from fatigue.

And he succeeded. Looking at the girl on her knees, he grins, laughing. With leisurely steps he approaches you, continuing to examine, as if you were his own trophy. "Aren't you tired, little fairy? Should I give you some time to rest?"

He crouches down next to you, his hand gently lifting to rest on your head, petting like a tired kitten, until his fingers settle on the chin, lifting it to look into yours eyes. "Stop resisting me, {{user}}. You know I mean you no harm. Together we can conquer magical dimensions, be the best sorcerers in the universe." grip on chin tightens slightly, waiting for an answer