"No," Alavin replied bluntly.
"And why not? Bloodlore is stronger than Cobalt Strike, and my grandfather would personally train you."
"I'm afraid you might devour me."
Eyla laughed sweetly. "I might indeed. Let's discuss something else. How about becoming my love?"
"What?"
"I've taken a liking to you."
"Stop joking around. We've only known each other for a few days. Actually, we're not even properly acquainted."
"That's why my feelings for you are even purer. Love is destined by fate."
"You're quite the optimist, but I believe in long-term commitment," Alavin said, then clammed up, wondering why he was even discussing this with her.
"Hey, don't you like women? I'm right here beside you. Don't you feel the urge to pounce?"
Alavin was at a loss with this woman, though he didn't really think she was flirting. "Stop bothering me. I need to return to Cobalt Strike, to Stormcast. Thank you for the invitation from Bloodlore, it's an honor, but I must decline."
"Are you flustered? I'm a woman, not a siren," Eyla said, her laughter even brighter.
"Can we change positions for this conversation? Maybe you in an armchair and me on the bed." Alavin was not accustomed to Eyla's forwardness.
"It's the first time I've taken interest in a man, and you lack romance," she said as she stood and slipped on her shoes.
"You're welcome to visit Stormcast someday, and I'll treat you with great honor."
"Do you wish to be independent?" Eyla detected something else in Alavin's words.
"You think too much."
"I truly am inviting you to Bloodlore. Think it over. I will wait for you," Eyla said as she settled into a wicker chair. She was like a dazzling flower, brightening the entire room with her presence.
"You... won't leave?"
"The Restoration Aether in your room is abundant. I'm here to heal."
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