"W-what? You think I have been ignoring you, is it?" The Death Lord visibly balked at Aldrich's words. "Hmph! Did I hear correctly, Usurper? You wish for MORE from me?"
Aldrich shrugged. "More? Not more. I lost something because of you, and I now want something back from you. It's an equivalent exchange. Technically speaking, I'm not taking more from you."
"You never even used that little bottle!" protested the Death Lord. "And do you see me and believe I am some healer? No! I revel in carnage and death! Healing is beneath me."
"I know, but I still liked having it around me for the sake of insurance. Plus, the more my health pool gets, the more percentage heals like that get even more valuable."
Valera nodded. She faintly smiled, relishing in a chance to get in on a cooperative effort to bully the Death Lord. "He is right. I remember how many countless times that flask saved him. To be robbed of that is quite the problem."
