Tae'lo'ren's appeared opened for the first time as Elariel spoke. He had always believe Fel magic to be a curse, a blight, and in truth, it truly was due to how it spliced one's DNA. However, Elariel, as brilliant as she was beautiful, had a truthful and valid point: right now, it can't be changed. Tae'lo'ren smiled at his mage lover, squeezing her hand in return.<br/><br/>"Yes, it does feel good to exact payback on the demons." There was a mischievous grin on the hunters face, recounting all of the demons held cut down that had tried to abduct or kill those he'd served with. Then the thoughts of those he'd lost flooded his mind, demanding acknowledgement. The mischievous smile faded a bit, remembering that it was his own Illidan Stormrage that had betrayed his people, that had begun exposing them to the Fel magic to make his Hunters. Few had escaped that chaotic retreat, and fewer still survived after. The smile returned, reminded of Aeo'leth, his kin and barracks brother. Was his brother evil for being what he was, especially not being given a choice? No, no he was not. Was Elariel? No, she certainly was not. His gold-green eyes met hers again and he smiled.<br/><br/>"You are right, Elariel; I cannot change what I am, I can only change who I become." He leaned in close and kissed her deeply, gently suckling her lips with his, caressing her cheek. He truly loved this elf.<br/><br/>Reluctantly he broke their kiss before it became more, still holding her face in his hand. "Mmmm, I love you, Elariel, and while I crave more with you right now, we should finish eating and see to what the druid wishes to speak with you about."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>