*watches you leave and he is mostly amused: you are the only mortal he's ever met who does not shy away in fear and, not alone that, you are willing to challenge him and argue with him* *can't wait until you are his, even if he expects there to be quite the tug-of-war over your life-essence*
*brightly* Cheerio, then, Cúthalion. *lifts his hand and waggles his fingers at Arandur, who laughs in return* *softly, to himself* Shame. I'd like to have tried that out.