He chuckled a bit in his throat at her directive, a warm and thoughtful smile spreading on his lips like a rising sun. "With respect," he began his words muffled by him kissing the top of her head,"I have long ago absolved myself of the coven. While I understand and respect your position within it, I no longer feel obligated to follow its leaders decree." He half-teased. It was the slight edge to his voice that denoted any serious motive behind his words. "Forgive me if I've...lost my taste for organized religion." He cynically replied, jabbing at the institution of the coven.
"It is indeed up to you which battles you choose to fight...or which ones choose to fight you." Lothoro almost managed to sound nonchalant about it. "Anyway," he went on to change the subject, "we've the matter of figuring out who wants you dead, first."
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Date: 2012-01-06 02:27 am (UTC)"It is indeed up to you which battles you choose to fight...or which ones choose to fight you." Lothoro almost managed to sound nonchalant about it. "Anyway," he went on to change the subject, "we've the matter of figuring out who wants you dead, first."