When his fingers were held, Cyrus couldn't resist a quick glance downward at them, then up at the Knave. Nor would he admit his heart skipped a beat. Being near the Knave was easy, he was treated like a person and a friend. Some who had worth beyond magic and wishes. He felt like a normal person again.

He also knew this feeling was dangerous but he couldn't help himself. He always fell for it.

"Thank you. Not all masters feel that way. Thankfully, those are the ones who prefer me in my bottle where I can curse them as loudly as I'd like."