He sounds confident, like a man whose had safety in power a long time and there's a smell like cinder and ash Garner can't tell if it comes from him or just around him...but there's no crackle of open flame, so he doesn't do more than note it in his mind.

"This must be a nice change of pace for you, then." Garner stands nearby, just off to the side of Fenix, his glaive ever at his back, but in his hand currently, there was only a simple hunting knife.

"Lackeys given a kernel of their master's power are often as confident and convinced of their immortality as those they serve. You don't seem to be an exception. I wonder if this is exciting for you." His tone is mild and calm, as though this was a simple conversation.