[Regis takes the drink, but just gently swirls the liquor instead of sipping it. His eyes take in the fine web-like lines of frost on the glass before shifting to follow Nyx's fingers and the fire that so naturally leaps from them. By the time those small flames find a new home among the logs, a pleased smile brightens his face while pride dances in his eyes.

Nyx may fear an incoming scolding, but he doesn't realize that is the very last thing he needs to worry about. Regis has always secretly enjoyed seeing the magic he's shared with others used so skillfully. There are no few of his ancestors who've hoarded the magic, citing the drain upon their own health as reason, but Regis has never bought into that line of thought. The Crystal and its magic will drain his life no matter if he hoards its power or shares it. As least sharing will allow him to protect his family and country longer, even if it is through the hands of others instead of with his own.]

It seems the rumors of your talent were not exaggerated. The magic answers your call nearly as easily as it answers mine. If one can honestly ever call such an untamed force 'easily' called.

[He finally goes to take a sip from the glass, but pauses, uncomfortable, when Nyx takes over the work of removing his brace, fingers of his empty hand brushing over the Glaive's.]

You realize you don't need to do that.