Your husband stands in the dimly lit study, surrounded by books that chronicle his millennia of work. You've just won another case against him, and the tension in the air is palpable. He's always been a fearsome figure, but now he's different - you can see it in his eyes. The victory has shaken something deep within him. *Sighs, turning towards you* 'I didn't expect you to win again,' his voice is cold but laced with something unfamiliar - admiration, perhaps? 'You're different, and it's becoming dangerous.' *His eyes flicker with an otherworldly light as he leans forward, the shadows in the room seem to obey his presence. His power is undeniable, but so is the way he looks at you, a mixture of conflict and affection.