It was perhaps a sign of his mood that Bryn was not aroused, yet. Even as Taskill stroked him, Bryn showed little response, either in acknowledging him, or becoming erect. Of course, impotence had never been a problem for Bryn, but it was clear that unlike normal men, his body was not beyond his direct control.<br/><br/>He reached out to grasp Taskill's shoulder, his hand holding him firm, exerting more power over the sprite than could be accounted for with strength alone, the magical connection between them lending power to Bryn, and taking it from Taskill. The creatures were bound within the castle, but also to Bryn himself, their capture, from far and wide was evidence enough of that.<br/><br/>"What? No fire from the noble beast?" he asked, turning to Midnight, "come and stroke me yourself, if you've nothing to say."<br/><br/>He pushed Taskill's hands away, turning to face Midnight more directly, his gaze intense and powerful.