"I am certainly surprised," Morgana replied dryly. Were he one of her people, she would have rebuked him for using her name so freely, but he was not, and she had interest in not irritating him too much... for the moment. The Queen stayed quiet as he spoke, cocking her head and inspecting him in a curious fashion, almost as a cat might inspect a mouse it was considering eating. The curse that was woven around him was truly fascinating, a strong bit of very old magic, passed down- as far as she knew- for generations before the hedgewitch had cast it on Connor. A part of her almost yearned to pin him down and inspect it completely, pull apart the individual strands until the entire web of it fell apart.
Perhaps another time.
"Oh, you would certainly die. It is not only a part of you, it is what is keeping you alive, long past your lifespan." In that way they were not so different, though no one knew the truth of Morgana's full age, certainly not the alchemist standing before her. "It is like a cocoon wrapped around you," Morgana added, wiggling her fingers at him as if plucking invisible strands in the air. "Luckily for you, little butterfly, I have no urge to peek beneath your spell to see the caterpillar it hides."