"Don't tempt me." He missed this bantering. The half joking tone of it all. He smiled at the blue flashy fiery wings that appeared around him, bathing everything in an uncertain blue light.

"Hell if I know what triggered it. I want them to stop." He closed his eyes but still saw the light there behind his lids, however faintly."When I first got here I'd get them...I don't know, three, four times a day? Everyone probably thought I was a nervous wreck. Heh. But by the time I got to Trabia it had gotten better."

After he'd gotten used to Namur being around. After he'd stopped wanting to punch him in the gills and run. He'd turned into such a damned coward after all. He opened his eyes a little at Marco's question.

"Worried about?"