Ishamael continued as she paled as if ignoring her comment. Ah, that was the fear. His voice was still quiet and matter of fact. The fact that he was sliding closer to her was unnoticeable.

"And I will not, of course, ever do so. After all, I am not Graendal, and I have no interest in her disgusting tastes. I do not want you as some kind of ornament or plaything."