"No!" his voice boomed out as his grip tightened. Ylrid stared into her eyes a bit longer, the slits were really there. He blinked a few more times to verify he was not seeing things, and plain as day they were there. It was then that he let go, but it was not because she had commanded him, no the reasoning was much deeper than that.<br/><br/>"Well, well, it seems there is something inside of you after all Princess," he began with a bit of a frown and a more somber tone, "it seems the fates have destined we cannot be together, well not in the romantic kind of sense. Friends, yes, lovers, no. I will still help you, and if you deem me too rough I will find a way to back off, but believe me madame I was farther from killing you than you could possibly imagine. There is a dragon inside of you, just waiting to come out, I only thought it before, but your eyes confirm it now. You, Eira, are an Ice Dragon."<br/><br/>Considering that this was likely going to be a bit hard to take in, and not knowing how long she would stand to listen to him when it all sounded like absurd nonsense, Ylrid spoke quickly and in a far more hushed tone. "Dragon shifters do not mix magic types, Ice to Ice, Fire to Fire, Lightning to Lightning, that is the way it has always been done. Much more I am not sure, I don't know why, but I respect that tradition." Then he watched and waited to see what would happen. He wondered if she would change, stay for more training, run off, or ask him to walk back with her? There were other possibilities too, but those were the ones he imagined for the time being.