There was a part of Seregil that wondered if the loss was intended. Even with the look on his face, it was hard to tell what the Alec was thinking. Good; it meant that he had soaked up his training as he had everything that Seregil had taught him thus far. If the loss hadn't been on purpose however, the man had not been kidding about his uselessness at the gambling table.

It took him some time to think over what to ask. There were many things that he wanted to know and many that he preferred to keep as far away from him as possible (how they became lovers was one that came to the forefront of his mind). No, it was best to stick to the present, or as close to it as possible until his curious nature got the better of him.

"You said that it was a necromantic god's eye, did Nysander tell you that?" He was wearing the damned thing and it had almost cost him his life. It would do him well to know as much about it as Alec would allow.