For a moment, Jacques aura flared becoming even more prickly than it had been when he danced with Ashlynn. As soon as that aura approached Ashlynn, however, it melted like snow in the summer sun, unable to harm her in the slightest.
It wasn't that she was immune to his magic, if Jacques wanted to harm her, it was easily possible. It was just that his desire to protect her was far greater than his irritation at her demand and that desire to protect wouldn't lose out to a momentary fit of pique.
"I hear what you sayin', ma petite," the reptilian witch said, his scaled brow furrowing as he looked at the glass in her hand. "But a witch's blood, dat's powerful stuff to be spilling in a place like these before people like your Mistress. I'll give three drops to de ground for hurtin' your friend. But dat glass you're holdin'," he said, his voice dropping low and dark. "Dat's meant for wine, not what you're askin'."
