The vampire leaned her back against one of the pillars guarding the arched doorway leading inside the tower, her smile bemused as she waved a hand of invitation at the doorway. "After you, since you are of the same ilk as those who used to live here, I think your magic might dance with joy... not unlike it did in my bath last night." Was it only last night that they had shared a bath with one another and Cyne's magic had made her think of this ruin with the dragon's skeleton in it? An adventure to make her prisoner happy ... no, he wasn't truly a prisoner, was he now? She would think of him like a ward, a charge. Someone she was responsible for, but not a prisoner.<br/><br/>She cleared her throat and shook the few dark wisps of escaped hair out of her eyes and folded her hands before herself, waiting for him to take his first steps in the long slumbering tower, maybe even reach out to the magic embedded into the very essence of the stone. While fire magic was it's own thing, magic called to magic regardless.