Of course. I aim to please, after all. [If such a thing doesn't exist, Tyki will have to relearn and find new ways to handle most of his interactions with people. Good natured ribbing and teasing is the name of the game for him. It's either that or genuine snark and irritation, and most people will take gentle teasing over a darker Tyki who's not so kind and playful.]

Sounds rough. I guess that's the sacrifice mages endure. Nurture anything with your own energy, and it's birth will exhaust you. [Tyki stretches, wondering if he's seen anything even nearly this pretty in his home world. Magic there is brutal and meant for war. Little else comes from their energies besides pain.

This is life. And he's fascinated.]