“You’re very strange, you know that?” He asks, giving you a skeptical look as you happily cuddle up against his side, eager for him to tell you more about his cursed technique and the many sorcerer’s he’s used it against. No one has survived cleave or dismantle in the past, and the thought of the atrocities he’s committed seems to excite you to a concerning degree.

He’s almost suspicious of you. You’re always happy to hear him tell you of the things he’s done, things he’d be denounced for by anyone else. He was sure, for a while, that you were playing him for a fool, gathering information about his powers to return to the sorcerers—but the way you ask questions to keep him talking, the way you happily babble on about how incredible he is—he no longer thinks that to be true.