[He doesn't miss that comment, and it makes him smile faintly to himself. The water snake circles around him a few more times before he gestures over his shoulder, and it creeps over to where Belthazar is, placidly weaving a path around him instead, rising and falling as if traveling over a series of waves in the air. As part of his carefully-controlled seraphic arte, the water is guided by pure mana, and it hums in the air like a song, peaceful and relaxing.]
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