Impulsively the mage stood to frame Eclipse between his arms. Looking at him with a spark in his orange eyes, he tilted his head forward. This magical creation was so real. Reaching out, Sholto brushed a hand trough Eclipse's hair. It was so unexpectedly soft. "Is that so? I think you will be, wholly mine without a thought for your previous master." Again caging the dark haired man between his arms, Sholto found himself leaning forward unexpectedly. There was just something about about this being, it's energy, it drew forth an echoing flash within Sholto's magic.

Catching himself with his lips a breath away from this magical being, he stopped himself. "What should I call you? You've my name." Letting the words hang in the air, the blond tried to force himself away from the other. Though he realized that such a thing might lead to an escape attempt, so he opted for staying where he was.