Frowning a little bit, Azrael couldn't help the way that he seemed worried. Though there was not much reason for it, and his behavior began to show as much. He smiled, nodded patiently as he thought. "I have become a warlock," he explained. "Absorbed in magic. Training in it," he explained. "I--sought it, there. After I met you. After my own magic had begun to deteriorate and I needed to find a new way to hone it," he murmured. Then he was turning to face Artemis again, to meet his eyes.

"You're beautiful," he said then. "If not cruel, I wager," he added, before he was continuing. "I was taught magic by an Elven sorcerer," he shared. "I do not know what all to explain."