Cayn doesn't immediately leave, though.  Rather he gets up and dusts himself off gently.  "If you don't wish for this I will stop it," Cayn said simply.  Wolfe let out a long, low growl as he regarded Cayn.  "After all," Cayn said.  "I am the court magician.  It wouldn't take much to reduce him into a pile of ash."  Almost as if to prove a point, Cayn holds up one of his hands, a sphere of flames appearing within it.  "What's the matter, dog?  Afraid of the fire?"  Cayn said the words harshly, the cruelty within them evident.<br/><br/>Wolfe backed away a step, glaring at Cayn, then at Liz.  "You can't harm me halfbreed!" Wolfe snarled.  "Xyveris would punish you for interfering!  He knows how much my kind are needed amongst the Night Parade!"  Cayn merely stood there, waiting for Liz to say one way or the other.