The Darkling's smile is soft, barely one at all as he looks at the other, shaking his head. "It takes an immense strain on me, but yes," he says simply, softly. Apologetic. It's a half lie: as much as he'd love to share, he's opting for being very, very careful. He doesn't move from his spot where he'd been watching, fascinating.

"You throw your gifts around like you fight--self defense?"