"Yes," John agreed. Whatever Nathalia could want it was not as bad as letting Rave die or the even worse possibility of his rescue attempt failing and him dying alongside her.
"Very good. First, I need to increase the bond between you and that fire spirit of yours," Nathalia rose from the water and commanded John to do the same.
By the time he had turned around Nathalia had already constructed a sort of throne and threw him a glance, the fire of lust in her eyes reignited. Well, it was never properly put out in the first place.
"Unlike a friend of mine, my magical skills are not high enough to manipulate somebody's powers without a medium. You can offer me more of your blood or… another fluid of magical richness." Nathalia showed him a crooked smile. "I am certain you will offer me the fluid to ingest."
