I probably should, but then I would be down a very talented glaive, and I'm quite certain there's no one who could fill your shoes. No, it is wisest to keep you right where you are.

[Of course, that statement takes a bit of unintended meaning when Nyx bows and presses his lips Regis' hand. It's a surprising show of respect, outdated as it may be. Regis has never minded the fact the practice fell away for most people would do it merely as an expected symbolic act. It would mean little or nothing and he's never had time for such things.

This is the complete opposite of that and Regis can't help but let his eyes fall shut a moment as those warm lips press against his skin. His opens his eyes again just in time catch that predatory look, and suddenly finds himself happy that he's learned to school his expression enough that no blush has a hope of crossing his face. His eyes soften, though.]

Is that so?

[Despite the his words, Regis doesn't resist being led out onto the balcony any longer.]

Why do I get the impression there are many things that you would like to correct my views on?