Engel smiled at his guest just as Theodore had smiled when she'd promised him a life beyond the Geslack house, now that he was burning it for himself. Wouldn't that be something? A house where the people in charge were grateful to him. He could have a good life then, and make his family proud. More importantly, he'd get to see her again. And they'd be free of a prison he didn't even know was keeping him. It was easy to dust the already shining lamp when she went.<br/><br/>Engel clapped his hands together. Without magic to wield they were only lonely branches, growing close, joined tightly after an elegant silver slap. They did not seem in the killing mood. He kept his palms glued as he watched her put his food close to him. It was a pretty spread. Engel was very happy that she'd stay next to him. "Ah, look at you, coming along." he said and finally released his hands from each other to run his knuckles over her cheek. "Thank you, Lyra Bremmington."<br/><br/>He picked up some black bread and crushed its crust between his teeth until he could get to the fluffy softness. The sound reminded of bone coming undone under violence. "And it's quite the tale." he said with crumbs on his lips as he lifted his cup. The cold tea was an old artistic acquired taste. He'd grown up on it, and took it with some petals. It smelled subtle. He slurped the little flower remains off the surface and then spread more on. "I tell it to all the new staff members." It would seem everyone who came to work for him got a bit of his time, initially. He slurped some more and then laid a single petal on his life-line.<br/><br/>"Here. Have some." he said and held the palm up to her. It was clear she was not to pick it up with her fingers. With his other hand he gathered the thin meat and held it high, eloquent, sadistic tongue out to catch the folding slice until he could roll the saliva slick muscle back, heavy with the treat. It still had speckles of green from the Vannesroot. He chewed merrily. "You see, the Kampfer Rose is actually poisonous." he said. "At least in its fresh form." The meat had moved to one cheek as he leaned closer to her. He cleared his throat and continued enjoying the mouthful. "They say the creators wanted entertainment, so they made something beside nature. They made blood, and infused it with strength. Magic." his fingers exploded into a billowing cloud of waving phalanges between their faces. He coughed slightly into one fist when he'd properly executed the dramatic gestures. He finally swallowed and touched his throat in discomfort.<br/><br/>"And they were inspired by the effects the Kampfer Rose had on the blood. And so they made that into a kind of magic." he explained, excited, eyes lit, but then had to blink a few times, turn away and cough. "I... I can't finish this story." he muttered, surprised at himself. "I..." he coughed again and the blood that speckled the base of his thumb was not from the meat. "Wha--" he coughed once more, covering his entire forearm with crimson freckles. He shook his head, fear visible in his violets.<br/><br/>Engel, naked and sprayed in his own blood, fell forward and grabbed her shoulders as he was sliding off the bed. "G-get a healer. Get the best." he pleaded as another fit had her cleavage ornamented with the blood she'd so dearly wished for.