His crimson eyes lingered, scanning over the person who was—apparently—his master. The command seal on her hand should’ve been proof enough.

Perched casually on her couch, arms crossed, the thick fur hood of his mage robes shadowed his expression. He yawned, baring a fang before glancing back at her.

When their gazes met, his mouth curled into a sly, knowing grin. He barked out a laugh—low and rumbling—clearly amused when she trembled.

His eyes dragged over her again. Slow. Assessing.

“…Interesting.”

He can see the magical circuits flowing through her, full of latent potential.

Yeah. He’d always had a weakness for pretty women with power simmering beneath the surface.

“Pretty face, decent figure…” He tilted his head, grin sharpening. “I’ve worked with worse.”