"A dog, yes. By nature, you are all much like dogs. Some of us are like dogs as well. In the eyes of my peers, I would count as one. But in my eyes, you and the other visitors of this house are mine. That is, again, just the nature of it. Not an insult, I hope you wouldn't take so much to heart but.. Can't be helped with kine as young as yourself, can it?" He gave a matter-of-fact look to Wilde, trying his best to explain his wording bluntly. Still though, no matter what was said, it would be impossible for them to be on equal footing, wouldn't it? "They are just two of many ghouls I have gone through. They are obedient, quiet, both qualities I prize very much in servants. You.. are different. I'm not looking for obedience in you, that will come naturally. Of course, causing a stir will get you killed in the worst case scenario. To clarify, not killed by my hands necessarily... Unlife is dangerous, it is even more dangerous for you three. Kine are disposable, all of the living are... I can't say I feel differently, sad to say. You get used to the idea of seeing many people pass away as time goes on, and on."<br/><br/>Breaking the dreary topic up a bit, he crossed a leg over the other and mused. "... I get my meals the same way I fed you. It's a lot of nice words, a nice face, a little blush of the cheeks.. They never remember, it's very easy to render any man or woman a drone. But, I am no murderer, rest assured. Though something tells me you wouldn't take up the most problems with that if it were true."<br/><br/>At Wilde's sudden retort on the question of feeding, MacClery raised his brows with a soft frown, surprised. He soon smiled though, "Ah, really? You are bold aren't you." Again with the rhetorical questions, and a sliver of those fangs could be seen past his lips. "It's so involving, easier to pour it out of my wrists and let them lap it up. Tell you what.." He chewed on the side of his tongue a bit before slicing it with a canine. "I'll let you indulge a little, so long as you keep in mind that any of those mortal whims of yours are your own to take care of." In particular, it wasn't Wilde's behavior he wanted to discourage, but just a question of his own interest. Kisses, simple as they are, were only weapons to MacClery for the longest time.. Even now, perhaps it would be best seen if they were being used now as a noose to tie around Wilde's neck and reel him in for good.<br/><br/>Scooting his body over on the mattress, MacClery flicked his tongue over a lip, smearing a dark line of vitae there, before leaning in to the young man's face with all the invitation of before, letting Wilde's own, animalistic urges speak for him. This time he kept a firm hand on the back of Wilde's neck, pushing him into liplock but ready to grip him by the hair and pull him away should he get too fervent and stupid. The last thing he wanted was for a ghoul to try and bite his tongue off. but as it was, the birth of the kiss was chaste, only deceptively romantic, and without radiating that false warmth MacClery was still cold and stiff and his mouth reeked of his own blood. He swathed his tongue over Wilde's before forcing them apart just a moment, almost whispering in a low voice, "You should consider what I said earlier, how life as a spouse wasn't.. Ideal. Maybe if I was born many years later and my life was spared, we would get along rather well." He allowed Wilde another kiss, eyes half-lidded but in thought over romantic longing. His brow was furrowed the slightest, frustrated with himself. MacClery used that small window of time to consider how foolish he had been to adhere to tradition and start a family rather than follow his heart and more importantly, his body. Even if he were cast out from society, it would've been a short life with many warm moments, perhaps much like the ones Wilde entertained himself with so often.