They sing and they dance. [For a moment, when Fenix looks at Jon, there's something less derisive, something more like understanding as he nods.] Always wondered how your lot experienced it.

[But it's only a moment before his attention is back on Aelwyn, a smug smirk curling up his lips.]

You're also only a slave if you're being forced to do something. Last I checked, I'm doing what I want. I wanna watch the world burn out, and the Dancing Flame's on board? Win-win, in my book. I don't need it to listen. It just needs to give me power. Which... it does.

[A burning sensation starts under Aelwyn's feet. There's no actual flame, and if she checks it later, there will be no damage, but it feels like she's standing on hot coals.]

Pyre's daddy is making a mistake, as far as I'm concerned. Kid'll come back to me, and he'll learn how we should really be doing things.