Draiss gave Ovai a flat look, before snapping his fingers on the left hand, wreathing the hand in flames. "Do you REALLY want to have that conversation here, Ovai? I and you are on totally different levels, and while I do just want to talk, disrespect will be... punished. Death changed me Ovai, and I am not the kind, cuddly, loveable young man I was when you did slit my throat. You did a piss poor job too, just nicked the artery and got the throat, made breathing a bitch until I rolled off that cliff, but hey, you take what mercies you can get, right?"