So in answer to Elana's gauntlet, here's my bit of dialogue. I don't think I need to explain it. Hopefully it will speak for itself. (Hopefully!)
“Little Syrent, I have so much to teach you.” He grinned.
“Only to use me like you did mother. It’s not going to happen, Denium.” She called him by his first name as an insult. It didn’t faze him. Nothing would.
“So negative. You don’t get that from your mother,” he stared at her.
“Where is she?” she asked coldly.
“Who, Tamber? I haven’t the faintest idea. I only used that to get you to come out of that blasted sorcerer’s highly charmed home. It worked.” He shrugged.
It sounded like the truth, but he had a way of making everything sound true. “And why would you want me? You have so many other children you could pester.”
His eyes gleamed, “Is that what’s bothering you? Put that unpleasant thought out of your head. You’re the only legitimate heir.”
“Heir?” she snorted. “You wouldn’t leave your little treasures with anyone. You’d have them buried with you.”
“True,” he laughed, “but I’d forgive you if you dug them up and kept them.”
She rolled her eyes. “You haven’t changed at all.”
“Were you hoping I had?” He examined her as she opened and shut her mouth. “You had,” he exclaimed, “In that, you are like your mother.”
“Not so naive to believe in you,” she managed belatedly. “What do you want?”
“You are obviously not interested in a heart to heart so I’ll make this quick. Your magic, Syrent. I need it.”