He greeted her smile, as she turned around with one of his own, pleased at her memory. Yes, he had cultivated that so much in her, that she would think of him as always being there from soon after her birth. Of course, he had been a part of her life before then, but she would neither remember that or need to know it. A light laugh drifted from his lips. "How could I forget. I even remember how you giggled and would catch the one dancing nearest to you."

Waiting until she looked back up to him, seeing that she had turned more serious, he then suppressed a laugh as mentioned the Goblins. "I'm glad that I can be so distinguished from even the Goblin King. I can't say I like his style overly." Her comments, too, about the Seelie was interesting. Clearly, she was working out what he wasn't, and he doubted it wouldn't be long before she started drawing the right conclusions. Just as he was sure she wouldn't be fazed when she did realize he wasn't Goblin or Sidhe but a Fallen Angel.

As she went to fetch the book, Azazeal sat back down in the same wing back chair as he had when he arrived and took the bound book from her. With great care, Azazeal turned the first page and then the next as he looked over the various diagrams and samples and read what she had written in handwriting nearly as precise as her mother's. His long, slender fingers stroked down the page as if feeling the Power within them. "This is very good. You've learned really well, as I always knew you would." He smiled down at her, fully aware of how her young body was leaning against his leg. "I'm very proud of you," he said softly and bending down to lightly kiss the top of her head. "Now, why don't you show me one, just like you used to." He flipped through a few pages. "This one."