She only stared at him then, wanting to be angry at him for such a confession but knowing that she could not truly fault him for having the desire. The confliction of her sorrow for him and frustration at him played for dominance across her features.
"Not everyone," she assured him, and with a flicker of motion behind her, her wings lifted her effortlessly to hover a few inches from the ground. She heard the unspoken, infuriating dismissal in his tone, and fixed him with an appraising look. She had her suspicions, of course, that he would leave her and go to pursue more of the intoxicating power that had oozed from him, barely contained, just minutes before. If such self-destruction was the Djinn's goal, she knew there was nothing she would be able to do to stop him. She was not so foolish as to think she would be so lucky a second time around, should he decide to succumb. But still... it was clear that the Djinn was not entirely far gone. Not yet.