The Ivory King breathed her touch as if those pale blue fingers graced not the placid cherub visage of his helm but the very human flesh of his face. All ice and delicate mystique, not whatsoever the harshness of Eleum Loyce.
It stilled him, bestowed his voice a solemn gravity,—
Trifling ? Not in the slightest . Not when it's from you, my lady .
( his ears would twitch, content with the gently touches. even the valiant wolf can behave as instinct permits. )
"Only one way to find out"
He'd slip his head into the jar, which, despite appearing to be completely solid, allowed him to see through it quite easily. Perhaps by magic?
"It's like the jar isn't even there...I can see through it completely"
"It was...certainly a rather scorching experience, but I got this out of it so...worth it?"
He would hold up a small jar, similar in appearance to the living jars, only without arms or legs, and with a clear spot for it to be put on his head.