Finding it hard to hide his smile at Elara's slow clap, he realized that even though what he had done was fairly simple for such an experienced mage, the only magic she'd seen hadn't been used for beauty. It'd been for war. As she talked, he realized that that's all she'd see in magic until she was shone otherwise. Probably the same with every vampire here. As she washed herself, he couldn't help but get the feeling she was flirting almost. Losing his shorts to the vampiress seemed simple enough as a hint, but now she almost toyed with the soap, raising an eyebrow when he shifted around in the water. Catching the soap as she'd pushed it to him, he carefully formatted his response in his head.<br/><br/>"The basic belief as to why mages can control certain elements is because it's the aspect of nature most similar to their soul, atleast, that's the stories we all heard growing up as kids. Similar to my father, his father before him and so on, I have a large amount of pride for my country, and it burns through my soul, and therefore through my magic as fire. In fact, some people have been known to lose the ability to control their element or even have it significantly altered when they experience something that would have an impact on their soul, the death of a loved one, news of a expecting wife, and so on." He sighed thinking about how his fire had changed when his mother had died, "For example Queen Elara, my flames used to be a brilliant crimson color, like is common in our lineage, but after my mother's death, it changed to that light shade of blue you saw earlier. It's easy enough to change the color, but raw fire should burn with the color of the proud blood running in our veins, not the blues of the sky."<br/><br/>As he talked, he slowly lathered himself up, the feeling of the soap nice, surprisingly nice in fact. It was velvet-like on his skin, and he ran a silky hand over his face, feeling the stress of the day wash of into the pure water. He wasn't expecting to be alone with the vampiress on his first day into the desolate realm, but here he sat, bathing with her.<br/><br/>"I would like to make notice of this, before it becomes an issue, but I am not exactly keen on the idea of being fed on. The thought of losing blood, well, it's more than a little uncomfortable to say the least. I will gladly take that tour with you however. Despite our differences, I'd like to know what kind of kingdom you lee- live in."<br/><br/>He swallowed hard, almost calling her a leech. It was going to take a while to realize, for both of them he imagined, to come to terms that they were no longer enemies at this point. He also needed to make himself realize, this was her kingdom, and even though he was a powerful mage, 100 of him wouldn't last long fighting alone in this realm.