Cersie tried to adapt. Given that he hadn't been harmed, just drugged, he couldn't find anything wrong in what was going on. Indeed, that made him rather naive, but he wasn't stupid. He was more careful than before, not letting his gaze linger on Iseulith's more than a moment at a time. He'd learned to look at other parts of his face, so it wasn't so rude when they were conversing. But he wasn't sure what Iseulith's motives were. To be friends? It didn't seem likely, given the other was so ancient. But he wanted to try, and he couldn't help but feel drawn to the older, wiser creature. That and worse was the fact that he wanted to be under the other's manipulation again. It was a dark fantasy, driven by lust and desire, nothing more.<br/><br/>So being on the bed as he was created a lot of temptation, he imagined. And he wouldn't stop the other from taking him again. He just didn't want to be weakened so horribly as before. That had frightened him, and he really didn't like feeling at the vampire's mercy. Cersie rose back up and shifted so he was kneeling to the side some, long, hairless legs tucked in. He looked at the gorgeous creature and wondered...why him? Why had the vampire chosen him? He was young, though it seemed too easy an answer. He was the only wind elemental. Cersie wondered if it was a good idea to share that knowledge. Would Iseulith let the world fall to ruin by taking him away permanently? When the other vampire crawled up onto the bed Cersie had to stop himself from reaching out to kiss him.<br/><br/>This was a lesson, after all, and he wanted his hands healed of his scars. Instead he smirked. "Not on a day to day basis, no." There was a long moment of hesitation, searching Iseulith's face for any sign of deception, of hidden motives to keep Cersie against his will one more. He decided to trust the other a little more, to share more of his abilities with him. "If I were weakened, like the first time you fed off of me, then I need to rest. Or if I over use my powers." He gestured above him. "I create the balance that makes parts of this world function better. Without me, the weather patterns wouldn't be so concrete and what others might consider normal. Mother Nature, who created all elementals, can't do it by herself. I imagine if I were killed she'd create another one, but that's in part why I'm so claustrophobic. Not being able to channel nature herself...I fear the world would be in chaos."<br/><br/>Cersie looked down and away finally. "Sometimes I wonder if it had been a good idea entirely for me to come down to the mortal plane, to take on a physical form. But since I'm the only wind elemental in existence the loneliness is immeasurable. I spent hundreds of years just watching mortals live their lives, have children, grow old together. I don't imagine I could ever get another pregnant, beyond the fact I enjoy the male body more than a woman's, but to love? I've never experienced it." He shook his head, then quieted long enough for Iseulith to expose his forearm and cut it up.<br/><br/>Unbidden desire rose within him. The last time he'd had his blood it had been such a high and the chaos that had followed had been absolutely divine for this time of year. He licked his lips, then looked up at his face. Pet...He didn't like that term, but he didn't want to be rude or cause a conflict between them over it. Not right now. Cersie had noted the vampire's use of pet names around him, and wondered if that was just a personality trait. However, all thoughts fled the elemental's mind as he leaned forward and gently grasped Iseulith's arm. He pulled it forward, tongue darting out to lick up the blood before any of it spilled onto the bedding. Then he pressed his mouth over the cut and sucked, drawing the precious fluid into his mouth much like the vampire did with his own blood.<br/><br/>Cersie couldn't help but wonder what might happen if they shared blood. His eyes were illuminating the room in their splendor as he gazed up at the other again. After another moment he lifted his own arm and exposed his wrist to the other, knowing it would be otherwise awkward for Iseulith to feed. However, he wanted to explore his curiosity as he drew from him. Small sips, hardly anything to worry about. The blood wasn't the greatest tasting for him, but he could feel the hair on the nape of his neck stand on end as felt the power start to wash over him.