[That causes a reaction out of Aelwyn, a hissing of pain as the bottoms of her feet are set alight with pain. The look in her eyes turns merciless, the smile disappearing off her face.

She unlatches the container she'd been carrying, pulling out the vial of liquid nitrogen.]

There won't be a you to return to by the end of the day. Well... not true, strictly speaking. After-all, why would we kill you?

But you're never talking to anyone ever again. [She cocks her head, as if considering what to do.] Pyre's daddy, yes. That's useful. Is that all you're good for? When you're stuck in one place for months or years at a time, it helps to be able to talk, you know. They say talking to yourself is the first sign of madness, but at least you have someone to talk to.

I'm going to do horrible, horrible things to Pyre and his daddy, don't worry. I did tell him so when we first met. [She looks at the vial of liquid nitrogen, walks closer to Fenix, and starts pouring it into his right eye.] Tell me his name. Or I'll pour another vial down your throat before we subject you to a fate that will make our mutual patron blush and clap with delight.

And if you try that little pain trick again, I'll actually mentally enslave you. The materials are costly but I have the means in my spellbook.