[ He has been called many things: Hero, weakling, child, saint, that diabolical, workaholic King!. By those that opposed him in the North, realms away from here, he had been so christened a monster, and the Goddesses who feared him cried mad devil, the one who will take the light away from everything!. And so, when she so cares to term him coward and a tease, gentle things, his expression warms; his golden eyes poignant and somehow fond as they bore into her own. ]

You are wrong. [ Though perhaps not where he is concerned. ] You are a girl, featherweight in my arms, one who has her dislikes and joys; one whose purpose is her own. Could you ever be infringed upon?

[ Cradling her close to his chest, he becomes playful again in flight, the spread of his wings catching a current of the wind as he spins, making a graceful pirouette of their descent. ]

I will drag them down, the Gods of this realm, whether they are divinities true or some self-styled pretender. [ It is a smile which he wears now, beautiful, even as he promises ruin, and softhearted as he continues on: ] And because I am a coward, I will protect all those that I am able to; life is ephemeral, much too precious a thing to be lost to conflict.

[ Slowly, slowly, they bridge the distance to the ground, returning to the very place he'd whisked her away from as though they'd never looked down from upon high at all. ]

...and because I am a tease, I would ask that join me in this goal, even if I can expect your swift refusal.