Iseulith smiled at the elemental’s concern for him. He though the man looked rather impressive now that he was fully restored of blood and mind. Powerful and doting. He shook his head softly, “You needn’t be too concerned, I am old enough that my bloodlust does not force me to frenzy very often.” He watched as the boxes were placed upon a small table to their side and reached for them. “You are very sweet, I’m sure they will love them, it is not often that they recieve physical gifts. At least not ones that they cannot eat.” He thought humorously of his familiars out doing his bidding this very moment, they would be back soon, before moonset at least. He opened the little packages and pulled out the glass figures, setting them out to catch the dim light from the room, “Ah… masterful work. You make these?” His dark wine colored eyes shifted to Cersie’s hands and he tutted softly, “I see the answer to my question answered. My blood should heal those wound easily, if you allow it to. You seem like you rather enjoyed it. I caught wind, so to speak, of your movements, at least partially. I hope you’ve at least given some thought to partaking in more sometime soon.” It was as much of an offer as it was a request.<br/><br/><br/>Cersie still was not keen on the idea of staying with the vampire, but he hadn’t even given him to the opportunity to express what changes were to be made. He knew it was impossible for the man to stay with him here, in his den, but he could fashion his home anywhere. It was merely an attachment to the house, but was easily recreated in any space large enough to accommodate a physical being. He nodded his head politely and withdrew his request for Cersie to stay, there would be plenty of time to introduce the lovely creature to his new abode. The vampire was almost certain it would be many times superior to the hovel he was likely living in now.<br/><br/><br/>The vampire chuckled softly as Cersie removed his coat and set it aside. Iseulith took in the man’s form with open enjoyment. “You’ve come back here for more than just to bestow gifts. It is fine for you to be honest with me about your needs.” The ancient stated rather firmly, as if applying a ground rule. “Come sit with me…” he patted the soft cushion next to him and turned inward slightly so that he might face Cersie if he agreed to come closer. “I wish to feed only from you in this moment, but I would ask your permission properly this time.” He referred to the glamour that he had used in order to trick the man into coming the first time but made no mention of the binding spell. It was a weak one that would fade after some time if he did not strengthen it. Depending on how things went this time, he would decide on whether or not he would even need to.<br/><br/><br/>Iseulith picked up one of the glass snake figures, rolling it under finger to examine it more closely, “This one is to be Cixathe.” He surmised by it’s dark blue hue, like a deep sapphire. “He is my troublesome ward. Always challenging my will.” He stated almost fondly, as if he adored the quality. “You’ve done well in achieving his likeness. I see his brazen character in it.” Cixathe was in this moment likely fulfilling the vampire’s request as he loved anything that dealt with him being able to consume and devour. The very house they were attached to at the moment had belonged to an old widower. Cixathe had made quiet work of him, making way for his master. Iseulith smirked at the thought. “Utaa on the other hand is largely docile, though he too has his quirks.” He set the figure down next to its bright emerald twin, comparing them. “Quiet and reserved but always watching.” He mused.<br/><br/><br/>“A special guest should be arriving with us soon. Nothing for you to worry about, just a spot of business.” He attempted to look into Cersie’s eyes but was thus far denied. He did not feel annoyance or regret, however, as the man had due cause not to meet his gaze. “I did not wish to meet her in my weakened state but saw no other option aside from feeding on another and losing your blood entirely. Witches often take advantage in situations like this, but I have known her for many years. I find her trustworthy in her arrogance. She would rather take me head on at full strength than to cut me down while I am rather indisposed. Though I suppose that with you here, I might stand a chance if you allow me to have … just a bite.” He smiled deviously through his fangs but made no move towards the elemental. “As she will wish to seek payment for her services, and I do not have very much to give in this moment, it would help me a great deal to complete our transaction if you agreed. I think you would rather enjoy the outcome.”