The corner of his lips twitched up. "I take magic from them-" He said smoothly. "With my mouth. But they are alive. Those stories your sisters speak of do not take into account that there are three types of my kind. The ones they believe we all are, the kind I am, and the kind my other half was." Corvus had not issue explaining such things to other creatures. Many preferred their humanistic reactions of following rumours than to listen and understand the truth.
Her winds swept over his skin, through the false shell and expanded his flame that flickered in his dark eyes as she did so. "Do you not wish to know? I see your curiosity in your soul as well as your face." His hand wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer to him. Leaning down into her ear, his fire emanated with a desert spiced heat unlike the roll of humidity around them.