Phoenix Maplewood and damage her very soul?

of course, praimfaya responded in the negative at once, though her tone and bearing remained controlled insofar as mahler could see. when she had finished, the gargoyle nodded, then shook his head once. "love has nothing to do vith it. in fact," the man went out, letting out his breath in a pale flare, "love should have nothing to do vith vhy you choose somevone."
perhaps more than a little of his bitterness seeping into his words as he began to trudge away slowly in the direction of rivenwood. "you know as a varrior vhat it means to be pragmatic. apply it also to your choice." he returned the young woman's smile, turned his lilac stare forward.
he had never been this direct about such a subject before, at least not in recent memory. it discomforted him, and again his psyche suggested giving her ambition a chance to lodge itself in rivenwood instead of his own.