In one moment, the apple which Faye the Fire Starter had been tossed up and down seemed to stop in midair. Phasing out of invisibility as the illusion of him by his carriage faded, Azga held the apple close to himself and smirked, his crystalline eyes looking down at the woman baring the heat before him. 

"Good Morning, Miss Faye," He said, eyeing her with a Cheshire smile. "Did you sleep well last night? I myself didn't get much but you know that someone as fabulous as I's work is never done. Ahaha..." With a small chuckle, Azga pressed the apple to her lips. As he spoke he seemed to sparkle with manly and magical charm--or was he doing that on purpose with his magic? "Such little food for such a hard worker. Wouldn't you care to join me?" He quirked a brow, his eyes looking into hers. "I'd feed you as gently as I possibly could. Or perhaps you could take it from my lips?"

Everyone in the caravan would have basic knowledge that Azga, no matter who or what you were, always spoke so crudely. He was, in short, a total asshat. There was also no one who didn't know that this asshat was saving their skins. Besides, Azga never pushed anyone who denied him. If they didn't want him, they simply didn't want him. At least, not yet they didn't. There had been many cases when the unfaithful and *ahem* loose male had turned those who had initially denied him to his ways. But that was Azga, and he was, as he always said, Amazing.