He folds his arms again. Okay. Not a lover. That's.. a weird concept. First he's heard of. He knows prophets, he knows of possessions, he knows of a legend; Ezra the Mad who became part of the creature he hunted. But he's also met the ... sane part of Ezra. If that's who or what it was who was guarding gates Kylar will never see again.

He has questions. It's not time for them yet.

"So he's your daywalker." He's making sure he understands. "And your his.. personal bodyguard. Am I getting that right?" Sounds like magic. He hates that.