Micar frowned at Myziel, he liked the cohort of his brother, no doubts to that were ever had, for he was the darkness of his brother, ever his dark guardian.. "I realize this, but i am not a frequent user of magic, this.. will be quite hard to fix, though I have heard others.. commenting that I may be of bigger size there as well.. Pah." Micar really had no interest in the girls fo the household, except to make an heir, or frequently having thoughts that started with: "If Abduxuel produced a child with ____ It would look like, act like _____" Such thoughts would often make him chuckle, for it was quite a funny thought at times. Often Micar would make up pairings just to think about what might happen.<br/><br/>"What my brother discusses with the matron mother, is none of my concerned, unless Abduxuel should tell me himself or deems that I should go to the chambers with him." He said, shrugging and unpacking yet another box of something he wasn't sure of. For each item he treated gently, but mostly let Myzriel tell him where Abduxuel might want things placed.