"The ashes are from my others. If they still live." He commented waving his hand at that portion of the conversation as it had no bearing on the young wisp of sylph come to play. How he would taste of her magic to burn brighter and take out the betrayers with glee.
Disappearing once more as she closed the distance between him, he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. His hand unabashed as it tugged at the folds of her dress. "They call me Corvus, here, when I am to be given a name. These Romans know little beyond their gods. And I may have had a few witches the other night that decided on such."
Holding her close, he whispered into her ear. His breath the heat of a bonfire and the hushed hiss of the white coals. "What might you go by, young Sylph of the many wiser sisters?"