Victor continued to move his hand ever so slightly, as if directing a melody; Sarah’s fingers conducting along with him. “You have a gentle tone, Sarah. Lucius likes you.” Victor said as he kept his attention to the fire. “You see, Sarah, fire is very much its own animal; it breathes, feeds, grows.  But it is far more complex than most would believe.  It is somewhat on par with a dog, wild by nature, but able to be tamed.”  Victor made a quick flicking motion to emphasize his point, and the fire appeared to respond, like a dog snatching at a bone that wasn’t there.<br/><br/>The hands slipped back slightly before continuing their composition. “You have to be careful though, Sarah, because even the tamest of dogs is capable of turning on its master...it’s their nature.”<br/><br/>The motion and fire combined with Victor’s voice to create an entrancing moment.  Whether Sarah realized it or not, Victor ‘s hand drifted away from hers, leaving her to direct the fire. Victor watched.  His eyes darted from Sarah, to her hand, then to the fire, and back again, a near sadistic grin awaiting the possibility of what might come next.