(Andraus)<br/><br/>Zion would place a hand on his head as he felt her probing his mind for his secrets. Zion would look towards her and his blue eyes would glare into hers. "<b>When you took the mind of the one who sits on the throne, Azurine, you stole from me <i>everything....</i>but you never saw me as a threat. You didn't think I would fight back?" </b>Zion said, downing his glass now, trying to numb the pain. He would pour the rest of the Rum into Azurine's glass. "<b>I didn't wage a war against my father, who was a nigh-Immortal Mage King, without learning how to get my hands bloody." </b>Zion said.<br/><br/>He was not the Royal Protector of the Queen for no reason, nor was he one of the Heroes who toppled the Empire without justification- He knew how to fight, how to survive, and he had an indomitable will to go forward, no matter what steps he had to take. Even if he had to crawl on his hands and knees, over a mountain of corpses, he would reach his end goal. It was the one good thing he got from his father- That strength to survive. Zion would take this moment to see her....hesitating. Good, she was relaxing with his spell. The Alcohol must be helping. He would reach a hand over and gently place it on her shoulder, allowing the comfort of his magical aura to wash over her. Being absorbed into sunlight, when having spent your life in the dark, was rapturous to some people.<br/><br/>Much as he felt the anger in his heart, and saw her weakness, leading him to wanting to kill her, he felt the odd need to....help her.<br/><br/>Zion would then sit down. When she spoke about her being a former murderess, he would look over with a bored look. "<b>Trust me when I say this- You are not the first to want me dead. You most certainly won't be the last. If I got mad over every person that has tried to kill me, I would be angry at the whole world- By my count, six hundred and seventy two people have tried to assassinate me in the past, the six hundred and seventy third, you, were the only one to succeed. "</b>Zion said. It was....odd that he could count how many people have tried to kill him. He would then give her a look. "<b>Just because I was raised a tribal doesn't mean I am stupid- I still have my fathers blood in me, I have a penchant for reading and education. I take pride in being a learned man, not many people value it." </b>He said.<br/><br/>Zion would then look over as she made her comment. "<b>You did before, Azurine, and it didn't stop me, I came back. How do you think you could- Wait.....did you just.....call me '</b><i><b>My Love'?" </b></i>He asked. He didn't know WHY that tripped him up- But that word struck a cord in him. He had to admit, now that he thought about it, Azurine WAS beautiful- From her flowing hair, to her ample chest, to her luscious hips, everything about her was perfection. Zion would then lightly hit himself in the head- God, the alcohol must be affecting his head, and he's only had one glass!