[it's okay, this is basically a class in healing magic, Duncan's not exactly concerned with preserving the masquerade in here. everyone present should already know, whether or not they're aware the others do.]

[he turns to face her. wow mikoto that's not fair and you know it.]

Me not getting sued for letting you die of hypothermia, actually.

But if you really want to leave that badly, how's this: beat me in a contract duel and I will let you go.

[he spreads his hands in a wide shrug] I mean, I'm a literal demi-god, so good luck, but I'll make you that offer.