Your eyes are keen. [ —he affirms with a nod of his head, his own eyes falling closed, silvered lashes fanning against the curve of his cheek as he seems to turn his focus upon something fathomless and far away. ] It is a weapon newly granted to me in the wake of being promoted to rank, though I've come to find it lacks offensive ability entirely.

[ Rather, it stands to complement Guiding Light: for the blade which would carve a path through the dark, a pair of wings to herald the way. But invoking the weapon is the tricky part, and Sion hears its murmurs even now, whispers which he quiets, silences with an offering of mana too great to ignore. And as it bends, resonating with the force of its Master's will, wings effloresce from the Hero King's back, comprised of a light which holds no glimmer, no after-image, but is much too radiant to gaze upon for long.

And then, his eyes are open. ]

It is far from surprising, that you are a woman of curious passions— [ If he seems to be teasing, it is very much because he is, voice lilting as he bridges the distance which she'd placed between them by reclaiming her weapon, not by foot, but by flight. ] —but to say that you are not so easily moved...

[ ...would be wrong, wouldn't it? In his arms, he's certain that she would be breathtakingly light. Again, he extends to her both his hands, hovering in the air at her side. ]

Perish the thought, and let us take to training at a new height.