Cersie stilled and scowled. He didn't trust the other's honeyed words. He'd been mistreated once and this place...this place that hung outside the veils of reality was both unkind and unwanted. But Iseulith hadn't been cruel. Not beyond stealing his will and taking his blood. Loneliness crawled through Cersie like a disease, aching for someone to understand him and his needs and not have to hide anymore. And this vampire offered that. He was even showing him some measure of respect. "This place has no windows," he said finally, looking down at Iseulith's hand. A bath sounded wonderful, and he reached out to take the vampire's hand.<br/><br/>"It's like you've taken this place and removed it from reality, but there are no currents. There are no weather patterns, no air flow." Magical, and terrifying. "I'm sorry for being abrupt I just...I thought you were keeping me prisoner here." Having the option to leave eased his fears, and his hands shook less as he followed the other man to the bathing quarters. The place was magical indeed, with rooms seeming to appear out of thin air. Though that in itself was amazing and terrifying all at once. "I don't like them because they look at me like I'm something to eat, and I'm not." Static charged off of Cersie, possibly making Iseulith's hair stand on end.<br/><br/>"But you've been kind to me, and I appreciate that." He'd seen the loneliness in Iseulith's face, though he still refused to actually meet his gaze. He didn't want to fall under his influence. He licked his lips and went over to the bathtub. He hesitated near Utaa. "Thank you," he said, not daring to touch him. But Cersie could be polite. He slipped into the water. If there had been a window, he could have healed right then and there, and even fled if he so chose. "I would look at you, but I'm afraid of you capturing me with your eyes again, and I don't want that, not right now." He sighed and relaxed in the water, grabbing a sponge so he could get the dirt off his body.<br/><br/>But curiosity nagged at the back of his mind, and he looked over at Iseulith, meeting his eyes. It was a show of trust, and because he wanted to engage in more conversation without the other tricking him or lying to him. "You said you had another surprise for me, last night. I remember last night." His face flushed. "It was pleasant, and you've paid me for my blood." He tipped his head back and rinsed out his hair. The fragrant oils were nice and they relaxed his body, pulling the fears out of him. Cersie closed his eyes and let out a sigh. He didn't even care if the water got cold; temperatures obviously didn't bother him any. His body absorbed the heat and made his skin flushed slightly.<br/><br/>"And I know you said something about you giving me your blood, but that's really unnecessary." He fidgeted. "I'm a flighty creature. Even if I were to become your...companion...I have a life outside this magical place and I want to be able to come and go at will." But they hardly knew each other, and obviously trust was a fragile thing for the wind elemental. He wasn't sure if he could trust the vampire or his motives, and he wasn't sure he could ever like his familiars unless they stopped trying to eat him.