"Actually, I try to avoid killing. More or less." He was proving a point to Sam, after all. And to Taliesin now too, as it was turning out. Kian moved forward slowly, reaching out to put a hand on Taliesin's shoulder. He was expecting him to slap his hand aside, but he had to try.

"I do not wish such a death for you, my beloved." He said it quietly, hoping the softness would make him more likely to be heard. "If you listen, I can offer an alternative."