"The shadows are a fan of the cold..." Lucien had answered in a rather monotone voice, hinting at no emotion as he stared at the shadow that was snaking around his wrist and hand, weaving between his fingers at a slow pace, the small dragon seeming to watch him just like he was watching it. And if one were to watch close enough, it'd be said that the fire from the fire place and the shadows beside it were having a battle, both trying to consume the other. "They're even more alive than the fire... Can you feel them?" It might've sounded strange what Lucien was saying now, at some terms even frightening with the way he was acting.