Anna stuck her tongue out at Vyre and shook her head.<span style="color: #0080ff">"if you keep telling me things like that I'm not going to keep being so nice to you. thank you for the compliment."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #ff4d4d">"i wish other people saw me that way, instead all they see is a warlock."</span>she nodded and sighed.<span style="color: #ff4d4d">"you have no control over whether or not i lose emotional control of this need... i hate that people call it an addiction. an alcoholic deprived of booze will get sick for a while but in the long run their health will improve. a Blood Elf deprived of mana will degenerate into a Wretched with no chance of recovery and if they go long enough they will go completely insane and die. i think we both know that i am far too much of a hedonist to indulge in the kind of high you are capable of giving me without feeling entitled to your power based on that need. you look, smell and sound like his identical twin." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>