[ And Sebastian didn't intend on telling him outright. No, that wouldn't be much fun at all. He and Raistlin, it seems, are more alike then perhaps they had thought. He too enjoyed playing these games. This, in particular, among his favorites. ]
[ He draws his hand to his lips, fingers curling into his palm to muffle the chuckle. ] Interesting, Raistlin, doesn't even begin to cover it. [ His Master is more. As he'd said, interesting doesn't even begin to cover it. Sebastian's been around for tens of hundreds of thousands of years, and he's never, not once, seen a soul like that of his Master's. ] I hope that he's alright ...this is quite an inconvenience for us both.
[ He wafts a brow. ] ...one hell of a wizard? [ Isn't that strange. He wonders why Raistlin thinks he makes one hell of anything. Sure, his herbal concoction had helped, but he's yet to see just how proficient he is in magic, ...but he digresses. He's different, that much he knows for sure, but he's certainly like to see a bit of his wizardry. ]
[ Resisting the urge to snicker, Sebastian instead smiles. And the abyss probably isn't too far a guess. Sebastian is a demon, after all, a spawn from the darkest depths of hell. ] Interesting? ...now there's that word again. Raistlin, you're far too kind. I'm not all that interesting and I'm sure were my Master here... he'd agree. [ So it begins... ] But you, a wizard, my my. I have never met one before.