[It's hard not to notice the way Lucius' gaze raises skyward, and for a moment, a knot of guilt twists its way through Eridanus' belly. Guilt not for his own wish to go home but for the quiet if not fleeting desire that lingers within him; an itch that claws at his mind to get his magic back, so that they can return to Lucius' home. Eridanus shoves the thought from mind, but his clawed gauntlets ball into fists at his sides.]

I see, a walk to get the blood flowing. [He chuckles dryly, his gaze shifting from Lucius, forwards. At the request though, Eridanus feels heat flood his body as eagerness to please wells within him. His long, tufted ears peel back with a shiver of delight down his spine.]

Anything you wish for, my Eternal. [He whispers that promise, and the meaning behind it is easily savored. The scenery changes around them quickly, as they reach the gates of Djavulenstad. Another, quiet moment passes between them before Eridanus speaks up once more.]

Our duel, in a few days. Are you ready for it? [A silly question, which he quickly catches himself from,] I mean—rather—are you excited for it to finally be upon us?