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"That you look lovely, floating in the water at night," Malory sounded smug about it, too. Smug about winning, about being right, and about them being perfectly fine for all of it.

But something seemed to be bothering Eles, some hook caught in the water and left pulling at flesh. So Malory let himself be caught in turn and slowed to a quiet, intimate stop. "Oh...was it not very nice?" Far more curious than sympathetic. Nothing that touched on Eles's past seemed particularly nice so far.

Unless that past included an unstable devotee with a penchant for arson. Which might be nice, but seemed a bit of a mixed bag, really.

The smugness faded away, though the curiosity remained. What would it be like, to be made of fire, magical fire, and be submerged in water? Did what remained of his organs come to a hissing stop? No...filled him up wrong, to the point of being directly counter to his natural state. It'd probably be more merciful to simply drown for the lack of air. Malory wondered if those flames also sometimes suffered for lack of oxygen, if small dark boxes hurt him all the faster for it.

Uncertainties dripped off their bodies and into the sand. At the calm accusation, instead of protesting his innocence, insisting on his harmless nature, Malory tugged that hand, bringing them together for a swift and grinning press of tooth and lip. "I'll poison you however you want, every time you ask."