Norton remained silent as she gestured over to the crystal ball. He turned his attention towards it, quietly observing. Her words about Al'Rhayel struck him close to his core, bringing back to his mind thoughts of his weakness and shame. He did not deserve her allegiance... not after he had failed her. It was because of him that she suffered so. It was with silence and stoicism that he received the woman's words. If she meant to instill doubt in his mind as to her loyalty, the paladin would have nothing of it.<br/><br/>As he stared into the scrying device, they spoke words he couldn't make out. Yet still he felt uneasy, for one reason or another... he could place exactly what it was, though it all become evident with time. He did not wish to display any hint of his true feelings to this stranger. He hid his alarm when the mage crept up behind him and embraced him. His blue eyes darted to and fro upon the scene. Of course... it was nothing he hadn't seen before, but still... the woman wasn't above taunting him about Thalya, even as her hands moved towards his groin. The youth inhaled deeply through his nostrils and looked downwards at her hand upon his growing manhood.<br/><br/>Norton remained quiet, taking it all in as she walked in front of her, "Are you..." He turned his head slightl, eyes locked on her own. He didn't dare look down at her nakedness, "Are you... making her act that way? Is that your magic? To make people... so desirous?" He shook his head, in part because of his disgust for himself. There was no magic needed to tempt him, he realized then. He could not fault Thalya for coming under its influence... but he was entirely within his own wits.<br/><br/>"I don't have much of a choice." Norton realized aloud as his eyes went down to her breasts, "...Do I?"