He stops, watching her with that patent, calm expression as she rounds on him in anger. There's a betraying flicker of lightning within his eyes as he stands still, looking down at her as she speaks. He's irritated, but minding how much he lets show.

"Such is it in your realm, but not mine." His words are low, voice deep as he tries to impress upon her that where Darkness is power in her realm, Light is in his.

"It is not that I condemn your use here of Blood magik to help, but I have concerns that there are fundamental differences in our realms which could negatively affect both of us. You would have me risk my responsibility as protector of my realm, to help this one?"