Walking away wasn't going to happen. Now, he didn't go so far as to bind him with a hex, but he did rush forward to cut him off. Astrophel grabbed at Orsino's arm and cocked his head to the right, dark eyes going wide and lips twisting into an odd smirk.
"Not for long, they'll forget you, maybe attend your funeral, maybe mourn a bit but in the end they'll all forget you, or what'll be left of you," he hissed.
His grip tightened and his free hand twitched, eager to pluck his wand from his robes but something was keeping him from doing so. He was hesitating and the black in his iris was suddenly fluctuating from black to blue and back again.