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Castor was used to youma being annoying blights on the populace. More so, he was used to them catching the scent of their prey and not knowing when to just give it up. Tenacious to a fault, if he'd credit the negaverse with anything, it was having blindly driven soldiers who would gladly die for a cause. Even if those soldiers were monsters.

So seeing a youma absolutely intent at trying to get to something was pretty obviously a sign that whatever it wanted was out of reach, and it probably shouldn't get what it wanted.

"Ah, and here I was hoping for a bit of a challenge." He jumped to the rooftop, peering downwards at the scene before him. A senshi explained the youma's intent well enough, and, why it was not just giving up. Sometimes they gave up if it was just a basic civilian.
Pulling his tiara from his head, the disk of white gold began the telling spin before he simply pointed downward. "Castor Tiara Magic." The glowing disk spun down, going though the beat like butter. Then, a beat later, a tiny explosion of dust signaled the eradication of the resident pest.

"You okay?"

Castor had dealt with his fair share of s**t over the years, and also had dealt with a number of people who hated that they had been saved. So he reacted in a way that only suited the situation.

With mild concern with a hint of crude flirtation.

"Oh hardly." He jumped down, taking a second to assess the senshi. She had to be fairly new, as she hadn't called for help, even when her life had been on the line. That, or she was like him, stubborn and took it all on herself.
"I personally am against monsters going after girls, or anyone for that matter. Girls just a bit worse because I am weak for a pretty face." He smiled, bowing and his waist before standing right back up smile goind from mild to full on flirtatious grin.
"Prince Castor of hail. I take it you have not been fighting very long?"

Castor was at his core, a man with an ego bigger than his head could hold. He enjoyed flirting and what it could bring. In this case, the hints of amusement was to Castor a score of approval. That and well, she hadn't admonished him for it. So many did but when they didn't he enjoyed getting away with it as it were.

"As royal as can be. And that is new enough. Some simply avoid the mantle of their station until they feel ready to accept it. Or like my sibling, they refuse it to focus on their more.. human lives." He gave a non committal shrug, kicking at where the youma had been, thinking to how long his sibling had simply refused to power up and had instead, focused on living his civilian life filling the role left in Elzo's absence. Yet another fault in the past, one Castor could only reflect upon and think it had been for the best.

Walking to the wall, he leaned with his back to it, pausing only to peer around the corners, keeping an eye our for anyone.
"Call me Castor though, Prince is a title for formalities, I do my best to differentiate my actions and self from a royal than simply as a senshi. But Midas, you say greed and I can't help but think to the myth." He held up his hand.
"Does all you touch turn to gold? Because I'm quite sure that's all that I'm looking at." He smirked at her. "A bit of polish and you could make one glittering senshi that any agent of chaos would envy order for having on their side."

She said it, not him, and he flicked his tongue out to run across his upper lip, smirking at the assessment. He'd always been a man for flattery, and he liked to think he'd just gotten better at it with age and practice.
"What good is a royal if I can't win any favors?" He pulled back his hand, flooding it behind his back. "But unlike many with a silver tongue, I speak truthfully. It does me no good to lie. Plus, why lie when the truth is looking at me in the flesh." Compliments flowed like water from him, easy and natural.

This senshi however was a game player of her own, and it was a bit curious as he couldn't help but feel that she was keeping something just a hint away from a secret. Enough to cast the net of curiosity, enough to pull him in, but it would be seen in he'd ultimately allow himself to be caught. Even if that could be fun in it's own reward.

"Pity you can't turn things to gold, though I have no lack of wealth and many of our side live quite well. Taking my powers though? Well." He walked toward her, intent to closing the distance, edging into her person space by a fraction.
"I would like to see you handle the power of a royal- if you even think you can." His form rippled, air chilling and ice crackling underfoot as he simply changed in front of her, from eternal to royal, wings and all. Power rolled from him not just in sense but in how he held himself. Confidant, absolute in what he considered his own might.
"Power is vastly superior to any hunk of metal. And very few can handle me in general when I am as I am." An arms swept across his form. "Care to try?"

He laughed at her reaction, pushing back his hair before he winked.
"I would never joke about rank or power. Or about a woman's beauty. It would make me a liar and a fool to do otherwise." He'd keep layering his compliments, just as he often did with women. To him, they just as easy as the form of a royal, natural and familiar.

Midas however was proving more interesting in how she reacted. Some women tired of him quickly, others blushed, some just dismissed it. She reacted with playfulness but also a keen interest in rising to meet his words and challenge.

Midas might not be a tragic king, but so far, she was getting the attention of one royal fairly well.
"Alright, now, as a fair warning, this will hurt. Lovely as you are, I do not hold myself back when I face an opponent." He reached out offering a hand to he once more. When she was close enough-
"Slashing Storm." The words slipped from his silver tongue in honeyed tone, yet the magic was anything but kind. Hail came crashing down in jagged edges, and he stood, hand reaching out to her. If it proved too much, he'd redirect, or, he'd pretend to take the attack himself and shield her with his wings.

Even if technically, it would have just have been posturing.

For a split second, Castor was ready to reach out, cancel his own attack and buffer the remaining yet when she grabbed him- He felt that trickling brush of magic, knowing that this was not something to fear for her sake.

It was something he should be wary of.

The pull came from that place inside of him where he knew his magic rested, connected to him intrinsically. And he felt it. It was like someone had shoved a curtain between his magic and his ability to use it. For a senshi who hadn't spent years surrounding themselves in their own magic, who hadn't allowed themselves to be so connected, he imagined the sensation to be jarring, but for him, he became starkly aware of just exactly how cut off it felt.
To him, it was like having a limb go numb. A part of himself cut off yet still there, unable to move and utterly useless.

He stilled, eyes focusing on her, breath held, expression a restrained shock. Her magic swathed her and he slowly exhaled.
"...." His silence met her words as his face shifted into a mask of barely hidden fury.
"No, it is not your's." He was not angry at her while the same time he was. Of all things he expected, it was not expecting that in the slightest. His magic was his own, a borrowing but not this, not being so cut from his own powers. It was his, and even briefly, he'd not relinquish his claim to it. It was tied to his core, his starseed, his very world in the most intimate ways.

"It is as you said, stolen. For your own sake, let it go, or return it to me." He could feel that part of himself, that part that was tied to his crystal, his world, screaming at how wrong it was, how whatever had just done that was a threat. A threat because it had gone past a senshi's innermost defenses to cut off a part of himself that was so connected to his very being.

"I misjudge you. You are far more a threat than you appear."

He was in his own way, a man who would always demand more from others. More, until they had given their all. Yet this was a case that ran counter. He had demanded a show of force, and now regret that show, as it had placed him in position of vulnerability. No man wished to experience such a thing.

No solider wanted to feel weaponless, defanged and unable to defend themselves.
No royal wanted to feel the threat of having something removed from their very soul.

"No, I do not think you one to threaten." He said waiting until she returned his magic to him. The moment he felt it rushing back was like a splash of water on his face. Refreshing, soothing back that sudden fear and anxiety. His breath was taken deep before he let it go, wings fanning out with the motion as his expression shifted once again. No longer the royal who'd fight in a fury of cold and ice, but back to the one who smiled with as much charm as possible and cast flirtatious words and winks to any woman he saw.

"I asked for something and didn't expect what I got. Your magic is-" he clicked his tongue, "-powerful. More than you might realize. If word got out of a senshi able to seal another's magic, even the magic of a royal, it could become dangerous. Not just would those of chaos target you for a chance to take you to their forces with corruption..."

He let his form return to eternal, wings and armor replaced with a more common senshi's uniform.
"It is not common that we in-fight, but we do. I have had my hand forced before against my own. That said, your ability, once you should grow into your power, could prove devastating. You did not just hold back my most simple of attacks, you held one above your own power. In theory, if you were to further your power? You could have the potential to steal the attack or a royal. However, attempting that could kill you."
He gave a shrug, his words not matching his posture or tone, the aloof mask now contrary to the subject at hand. Still he was smiling once more, his gaze a mask of mirth and playful teasing.

"But even if you can't handle my power, you were able to handle me very well. No risk no reward, so given you took that risk, what should I give you as a reward?" His eyebrows waggled as he grinned. He was further trying to hide the threats, the darker meaning behind what he said. Pollux had taught him one thing well. That in business, people would see what you let them see, and when they saw something you didn't wish to expose?
You pretend it never happened.