There were more things to worry about than death. Llewellyn had seen through work or had experienced some himself over the years, even in a world without magic. And he knew what Rhy had already been through in his own world... So the concern would be there regardless of the inability to die. He’d appreciate Rhy allowing his fussing and grant him patience, given it hadn’t been a thing to come up at the Sphere with its constant lighting.

But for now, he was feeling light and joyful. The darker nights were far from his mind. Even when the time came, he’d try to focus on the good in front of him. The positives to be shared. “I wouldn’t know that you were ‘hardly an expert’ after dancing with you… And you’re more of one than I am, my love.” He hummed a little, listening to the music and being mindful of his steps. “But I am glad you’ll take the compliment. I do so love giving you them.” He added in a playful tone.