Oliver was pleased to see that Sanguine had no real objections. And while he'd never been fond of having to chase down women in real life, he found it almost easy now. It helped knowing that she wanted it, he supposed. Figuring out when to leave well enough alone was the real issue. Now wasn't that time, though, and he was thrilled. The vampire was delicious, and he decided that this was definitely a good way to spend his last moments. Except those moments never expired. Eventually he gave up, and let the woman go. Unlike her, he needed to breathe sometime. Of course, then she started thinking again. He didn't like all the effort she was putting into that. Thoughts always complicated things. 

Then again, she was assuring him that she wasn't crazy. At the same time, given their current circumstances, that also sounded kinda crazy. She hadn't let go of him yet, though, and the Paladin counted that as a win, as he got to keep his own arm around his companion. "You still say your spells out loud?" he teased. "Don't you have all kinds of caster levels? You should be able to do magic without even blinking." he stuck his tongue out at the woman, hoping to see her pull off some real magic. "Summon a zombie or something, I wanna try out my magic." he encouraged, giving the vampire a squeeze. His magic wasn't usually safe to use too close to his other guild members, but there was no one else here, so he figured it would be okay. And things had improved a little since he'd discovered a less popular aspect of Pelor. Only a little, though. The undead, and all the various and sundry creatures of the night still disliked all the sunshine and fire he had to distribute, even if it was now forged only of the purest hatred. "Worst Healer Ever" had been his title for a long time after he accidentally wiped his whole party during a raid. He was pretty sure only Sanguine had forgiven him for that one.

While he waited for the Guild Master to do her thing, he began focusing on the magic he knew he was supposed to be able to use. It was only then that he realized things were going to be awfully difficult without the symbol of his deity to channel from. He had to rush back to the throne and heft the massive weapon he'd left there onto his back. It was the only reason he carried the thing any more. That, and it confused the hell out of people when he didn't use it. With the holy icon securely on his back, he felt a subtle rush of divine energy, and while he was convinced, now that he could use his powers, he still wanted to test them out. That was assuming Sanguine was willing to play along...