He snorted in amusement at her words, showing her that he had given up on living at the ripe old age of twenty, when he had finally gotten powerful enough that the local orcs hadn't even truly broken his stride in his genocide. Which meant he was nineteen times older than that, having just existed during that, and changing back would be hard, scary, and he was scared it wouldn't be worth it. That he would come back, and the marilith, dragon goddess, or drow goddess would just knock him back down. He sighed, and forced himself to relax, before kissing her forehead. "Fine, I will try, but only if you never leave.I have loved you ever since I figured out you had slipped into my home without me noticing."<br/><br/>He wrapped his arms around her waist, showing her what he thought of her, a warm, bright light in the cold dark of his life, where all his companions were, even Vorela, Avi, and Nadriina, the three he knew for a fact lived only for him, were barely a dim light.