He holds up a hand as if to ward off the suggestion of learning. It's a touching sentiment, but something considered 'half-undead' and 'half-alive' can't learn spells in the traditional sense. It's not that he's never tried, it's just not within his means to do so. His power stems from his father, after all. Who has ever heard of Dracula healing someone or even creating a fire for warmth?

"It would be a wasted effort and there's no need, I get by with what I have." Although, isn't it strange that Caduceus is the first to offer such a thing?

He's already starting to move again, walking in the general direction all the other people who emerged from the sea seem to shamble towards, pausing only to take in the sight of Caduceus as he answers the question with some discomfort. He's not sure why, but that blush on pink cheeks is comely and the flicker of those long ears amuses him greatly.

"I serve no God or gods." The Church is no friend of his. They murdered his mother and drove his father insane in the wake of her death. Here, those liquid gold eyes of his narrow down to dangerous slits.

"And I will not be used as a pawn. If they want my energy, let them come and try to take it." His teeth grit together and for a moment, his fangs appear. Sharp and pointy. It happens when he displays emotion, a momentary lapse in his ability to hide them under normal circumstances.