[Nyx is right about how those words put Regis on edge. It's an instinctive response despite the fact this is Nyx Ulric, the shattered young man he pulled from Galahd's ruins and who he's watched grow into a fearsome warrior over the last few years. Even with his rebellious nature, he's been a cornerstone of the Glaive almost from the moment it was founded in its present incarnation.

Magic thickens the air just for a moment and then Nyx continues. The way that magic fades from the air again is the first sign that Nyx didn't miscalculate this particular risk. The second comes more suddenly than the first when Regis lifts a hand to rest it against his chest as he lets out a choked, and frankly unregal, laugh.

Once the laugh passes, more quickly than Nyx probably wishes, Regis has to clear his throat before speaking.]

If you truly wish permanent Wall guard duty, I suspect there are far less painful ways to achieve your goal. For your own good, I hope my Shield doesn't catch wind of you having said that.

[Regis' voice is so grave that telling how serious that warning is would be impossible if it wasn't for the twinkle in his eyes. He moves forward a few more steps, those steps bringing him even with the balcony's opening.]

You do realize if I step out there, you are on duty again. My life is in your hands. Spirit is, unfortunately, a poor shield against assassins.