"No," he says, almost too quickly. "You just happen to be the only one to provide a good challenge. You're skilled. Even I can admit that. I'll even stick with magic."
"Oh, is that a compliment, of all things? Very well, I suppose I can indulge you." He likes the praise, though he doesn't want to think about why he'd enjoy praise from someone who murdered him (and the man he'd pledged loyalty to, at that). It should be easy to hate him; easier still to dispose of him.
It isn't. Something stays his hand. They're too alike for him to ignore; it's an almost painful sensation.
"Use whatever you like. It matters little to me." He traces a circle on the table, thoughts drifting. "You'd have to try very hard indeed to kill me again. And it would be a waste of effort, regardless."
"Yes, yes, I know. You're already dead because I killed you. You don't need to remind me. I just want to try something different for once." And, perhaps, to see how or if his magic has changed at all thanks to the thing inside of him.
"Just try not to be too infuriating about it, will you?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, is it difficult for you to be reminded? It's not as if I can forget about being dead."
He waves a hand. "Very well. I'll go easy on you. In that regard." He has no intentions of going easy on him in combat, so he might as well relent here.
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It isn't. Something stays his hand. They're too alike for him to ignore; it's an almost painful sensation.
"Use whatever you like. It matters little to me." He traces a circle on the table, thoughts drifting. "You'd have to try very hard indeed to kill me again. And it would be a waste of effort, regardless."
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"Just try not to be too infuriating about it, will you?"
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"Oh, I'm sorry, is it difficult for you to be reminded? It's not as if I can forget about being dead."
He waves a hand. "Very well. I'll go easy on you. In that regard." He has no intentions of going easy on him in combat, so he might as well relent here.