[ Ivlis' hair is smouldering at the tips, his eyes wide and pupils contracted with rage. It's been a long time since he felt any real flame of anger... but hearing this... pretender condescend to Lord Siralos is more than Ivlis is willing to tolerate. His blood boils. All he can see is red. ]

If I hear you speak one more word of Lord Siralos with that twisted tongue of yours... [ The temperature in the immediate vicinity rises, heat beginning to roll off of Ivlis in waves. His voice, however, is like ice. ] You'll get your so-called Devil of Wrath.