[center][h3][color=C0392B]Rudolf Shilage[/color][/h3][/center]

[color=c0392b]"So many things."[/color] he replied, nodding gratefully and taking a pull from the offered wineskin, letting the warming sweetness cascade down the back of his throat before staring into the blaze once more. [color=c0392b]"And so little of them what they had hoped I would. Add that to the list, Miina: I'm a terrible student. If we were there longer than a night, you'd have heard Cadmon talk up a storm about the thorn I am in his side."[/color] he joked sardonically, before passing the wineskin over his shoulder towards her. She [i]did[/i] like her drink— surely that would help serve as an apology for earlier. 

He sighed, the catching between his nose and soft palate a little— in that specific, fricative way that managed to stretch an "h" sound.

[color=c0392b]"Regarding control... the chance is low. Lower now than ever, given how deep I've had to go down the well to get any pull— he and I are intertwined enough that there shouldn't be too much chance either of us screw up the way I did with Otto. But, in that same vein: I know it's never zero. And with that demon from earlier openly manifesting now, which I am assured should [i]never[/i] be possible, I worry I may be walking into a relitigation of the terms if before I know it. I was all the way down to burning blood against Reisa. That's not a good place to be when taking out a loan."[/color]

A twitch of the eye hit him for a fraction of a second, when the matter of hiding it from everyone came up. He hid it behind a wry smirk quickly, though, and shot back.

[color=c0392b]"And [i]I don't know,[/i] Sir Galahad, true as that may be I'd wager my position's the same too— whatever shame we all hold close to our chests, attempted fratricide by way of primordial darkness is going to be a tough one to beat. Everyone here loves their families, last I checked."[/color]