[Or warm one's own convictions, it seems... he watched as the little creature approached and his gaze oddly warmed, the embers akin more to a comforting flame in the dead of night than smoldering coals.]
Quick with a blade and a passion that burns in your heart... tell me, whatever are you called?
[A claw alighted the back of the much smaller figure. Perhaps it was their blood that had softened his gaze, buzzing through his system like the sweetest of wines and intoxicating him all the same.]
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Quick with a blade and a passion that burns in your heart... tell me, whatever are you called?
[A claw alighted the back of the much smaller figure. Perhaps it was their blood that had softened his gaze, buzzing through his system like the sweetest of wines and intoxicating him all the same.]