Albiorix couldn't help but let loose a single short laugh as Hawke lectured him about meddling inside his head. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">I had no right meddling in<i> your</i> head? How hypocritical of you to say so seeing as you were the one who forced yourself into my own head. I don't care what you think you did or didn't. The point is you know, that you could have killed him. That you're not as pure as you believe. You're just like everyone else when put into a sticky situation.</span>" Albi said so coldly, though, under his glinting silver mask, he grinned so largely, happy to see that his words had dug deep into the man. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">You're wrong, you're just like me.</span>"<br/><br/>Slowly he extended his hand for the ring, half expecting the man to put up some sort of resistance because of the way Albi had answered his questions, but strangely enough, he didn't. Albiorix slowly extending his hand to pull the ring from his open palm. A strange sensation washing over him as he clutched the ring in his fingers, disregarding his own mothers missing digit still connected to the ring. He squeezed the blood ring tight in his hand, completely oblivious to Hawke for a moment as he felt it. He felt him once more. The ring radiated a familiar warmth as the finger within it faded away, leaving the ring empty. Inviting Albiorix to place it upon his finger, a gentle plea almost unheard to him. He wasn't surprised Hawk didn't notice it. It was so faint.. so very faint.<br/><br/>His finger inched towards the open end of the ring as if compelled to wear the ring. Just as the tip of his finger went to slide into the opening, Albiorix's brief trance was broken by the sound of a solid thud on the ground. His dark green eyes looking through the slits of his mask, down upon the crumpled form of the Auror at his feet. Shaking his head gently as he wondered what the hell he would do now, he could leave him to die. But he still needed something from him. So instead of fleeing now and leaving him to bleed out, Albiorix leaned down, slowly placing his palm against Hawke's chest.<br/><br/><i>CLAP</i><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><div class="bbImageWrapper lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fguiltypleasuresroleplaying.com%2Fxenforo%2Findex.php%3Fattachments%2Funtitled-png.15673%2F&amp;hash=7219691817467a0666dbec28fa2163a3" title="index.php">
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<br/>​</div>Three hours later Albi found himself standing within a small safe house he had purchased for himself years ago in the heart of London. Dust covered the few sparse furnishings of the room. A shelve filled with multiple vials of colorful liquids, some holding other alchemical ingredients. A fireplace that hadn't seen use in decades, dust caked over the empty mantle which now was decorated with a single silver ring with a black onyx gem. A lone red rug on the ground stained beyond recognition. A large chest resting against the wall, seeming slightly less dust covered than the rest of the home. a small wooden chair sat beside it seeming recently used. and finally in the center of the room, a large dark oak table on which a shirtless figure laid still. Albiorix standing just a few inches from it. Hawke laying on his stomach, Albiorix put the last few stitches into the long gash along the man's back, barely able to sew back the wound now that he was no longer in the form that the wound was created in. But he managed. He had tried numerous healing spells, but there was no way to heal that wound, not with the spell used. He'd have to wait for it to heal naturally.<br/><br/>Albiorix slowly stepped back just a hair as he withdrew his wand, the spell '<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">Rennervate</span>' </i>on the tip of his lips. Wanting to wake the Auror as quickly as possible and get him out and away from himself as soon as possible. But he paused, looking down at the sleeping man. He almost felt bad for him, almost. But in all fairness, he could likely use the rest, even if the ministry were just a few blocks away. He slowly tucked his wand away once more, looking done on him. He slowly stepped back closer, pressing his fingers against the man's temples as he attempted to peer into the unconscious man's mind, interested to see what the man dreamed about in such a weak state. Halfway hoping he'd gleam some sort of fearful nightmare that he could exploit elsewhere.