That earned him a genuine laugh, sharp and scornful. "Not a witch, little mute. A sorcerer. The greatest in these waters. I do not beg favours from books and cauldrons, like you human do. I command the ocean itself."
His eyes glinted, arrogance wrapping every syllable. "The tides rise at my will. The creatures of the deep bow at my feet. That is the difference."
"What's the difference?" Eclaire asked.
He smirked again at her question. His arrogant demeanour shone through as he explained further.
"The difference, is that while witches primarily use potions and spells for their magic. I, as a sorcerer, draw my power directly from the depths of the ocean. I can manipulate water, control the tides. And summon sea creatures at my command."
"Then are you like the ruler?" She asked again.
He let out a soft scoff at her question and his expression held a hint of pride as he affirmed her statement.
