Iseulith did not pause for even a moment at the half-hearted objection. Most did not have the mind to speak at all when under the influence of his fading glamour, normally they would have been too enthralled to even think completely. He would have to be a bit more cautious with this one. He referred to him as a lad but in truth he had a sneaking suspicion that this was very much not the case, though how old the elemental was meant very little to him. Creatures crafted by nature were in a way the same their entire lives. They were born fully formed and required no training to control their compulsions, unlike vampires in the way they were constantly fighting there own.<br/><br/><br/>He found the man’s fluttering pulse to be quite the thing of beauty, mostly because in order for him to elicit that response from a human, they had to be intensely afraid of him. Fear was like an aphrodisiac to some of his kin, but he found the taste to be bitter and disagreeable. He much preferred a willing participant so that his bloodlust did not become too overwhelming. He was pleased to see that his spell had settled in and cast off the uncomfortable shroud of his binding seal to allow his full presence to fill the space.<br/><br/><br/>The kiss was passionate and well practiced. He moaned softly at the taste of it, similar to the man’s scent with the gentleness of a breeze. What was he? It was a flavor like nothing he had experienced before, and he had experienced quite a lot. His urge grew more intense as he delved deeper and his fangs ached to snap back into place but he forced them to stay put as he withdrew. The man was holding on to him and he allowed it with a practiced smirk, his bloodlust building within him, his thirst serving only to make him more compelling. He could feel Cersie’s pulse where his hand grabbed, the erratic nature of which had perhaps slowed a bit as the high washed over his beautiful features changing the light in his eyes. “Kind of like Heaven, hmm?” He offered as he watched the familiar sway of an addict caught in the throws of his mind’s altered state. “Good. Shall we depart?”<br/><br/><br/>He took the slightly addled man under his arm, tucking him neatly to his side so that that he might walk with some semblance of grace before the effects wore off. They took to the streets and it seemed as if the rain had finally let up a bit. He looked to the man beside him and wondered if perhaps he had been the cause of the storm all along. It seemed likely giving his attributes, though it was still unclear to him what kind of rare prize he might actually have won himself.<br/><br/><br/>Iseulith and his ward looked as though they were just a man helping some poor unfortunate urchin off the streets as he turned into a concealed garden park. He had instructed his coach driver to wait there for him until he had selected his meal for the night. Parked right in the middle of the clearing was an exquisite black<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fstorage.googleapis.com%2Fimgfave%2Fimage_cache%2F1392747202611160.jpg&amp;hash=559bb6651a1e584cbd3ac38dbf07cdda" href="https://storage.googleapis.com/imgfave/image_cache/1392747202611160.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">carriage</a>pulled by two equally pitch black stallions. They would not even look real to one in their right mind as their pelts absorbed all of the light from the street lanterns around them, not even the hint of a shine upon their fur. A man hopped down from the drivers seat, a young lad possibly in his teens and also of extreme beauty. He opened the door for them, “Thank you Utaa.” Came Iseulith’s quiet response as he helped Cersie in through the door to fall into the plush scarlet interior. He gave the boy a gentle stroke on his head, like one would do with a pet, before climbing in himself. The door shut and they were on their way.<br/><br/><br/>The horses made no noise as they clopped down the stone street, quite an eerie feat given that the wheels of the coach bumped and popped lightly underneath them. Iseulith had relaxed into the bench opposite his slender little catch, watching him intensely, unblinking. The detail perhaps unnoticed as the man was just beginning to come down noticeably from the kiss earlier. “How do you feel my darling? Are you excited?” He asked, his voice almost singing. His own excitement was palpable but he made no mention of expected payment from the other. A mild concern one might have if they were intending on buying an illicit product from another. Perhaps the lad thought he might still have an opportunity for escape if things went sour.<br/><br/><br/>The coach pulled to a lurching halt as they arrived outside of an expensive townhome in the heart of the city’s wealthiest neighborhood and the door was opened for their descent onto the brightly lit street. Iseulith would take this opportunity to quickly whisk Cersie into his home, looking to anyone watching as a man merely concerned with his own privacy. In truth he was attempting to conceal the fact that neither he nor his horses cast a shadow on the clean paved road. They ascended the stairs slowly to the front entrance. The man did not produce a key, it didn’t seem as though he even touched the door handle but the thing swung open wide none the less, granting them entrance into a large foyer with an<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2Fcdn3.homesandantiques.com%2Fsites%2Fdefault%2Ffiles%2Fuploads%2F37309%2FSU569_Chatsworth_PaintedHall_HERO.jpg&amp;hash=72723ea79c2af47c8db34f49b351238f" href="http://cdn3.homesandantiques.com/sites/default/files/uploads/37309/SU569_Chatsworth_PaintedHall_HERO.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">entrance hall</a>even wider than the townhouse was itself when viewed from the outside. The door shut and locked behind them and Iseulith walked his partner to the stairs at the end of the hall.<br/><br/><br/>“Welcome to my humble abode.” There was nothing humble about it in the slightest. You can’t very well amass great wealth over centuries of life and not have some place to display it. “Would you like something to drink? Or shall we get right to business?” He asked for the most part in what he thought was a genuine nature, though he didn’t really know what that was. It may have come off as more of a cheap affectation instead of the mild concern he had intended.