Oh well, since you're giving me what I want ... [Adasse's tone held that note of suddenly sultry teasing, because he saw that look to the ceiling, Sorrelean Ashara. He tips down, plucking Sorrel up with a arm around his waist and the other under Sorrel's knees, picking him up easily. Tucking him safely against Adasse's chest as he carries Sorrel those dozen meters.]

'It's just the Veil', he says, like helping fix holes where the demons come out is no big thing. [Adasse rolled his eyes goodnaturedly.] You're adorably modest.

I know, but you're the one I'm madly in love with, so I get to brag about you.