The vampire spoke such sweet words. They were a strong temptation. Humans were so busy destroying one another, day in and day out. Sure he enjoyed his life blowing glass, and he didn't want to give that up. His hands were actually scarred from the damage they took from blowing glass, and he often wore gloves to hide the fact. He had just gone around looking to get high after causing the storm. It disturbed him that this place was displaced from the world he knew and loved. To be separated from his element was not good, and he didn't want to stay here if it meant being cut off from causing the storms and wild torrents outside. Sure, mother nature could take care of herself, but he in large part caused a good majority of the storms outside.<br/><br/>"No offense but I suffer from severe claustrophobia," he said as he sat down in the tub. "I can't..." He swallowed and glanced over at the other two, then back to Iseulith. "I can't survive without direct contact to the outside. I will wither into nothing. That and in truth most of the weather systems happen around here because of me." He cut off at that. He didn't want to tell him anymore. He shook his head, then rinsed the soap from his hair. "The bath is fine, really." Extravagant. This was far more extravagant than his own home. Then again he usually bathed in the sky, wrapped in the cool rain clouds. His eyes darkened in longing to be let out of this place.<br/><br/>Cersie tensed up as Iseulith commented about the two. He washed the rest of his body. There was a part of him that didn't want to be alone. Loneliness often ate up at him, leaving him desperate for company. It was a complex existence. Leaning against the tub, he lifted his head to stare up at the ceiling, imagining the sky beyond it. If he were stronger it would have been easy to escape, but the blood loss still weighed his limbs down. The fear still ate at him, the claustrophobia. The two creatures that moved towards their master. He didn't want to just be this vampire's pet, either. He had more power than that, and commanded more than just complacence. His head lifted, and he glanced at the other for a few seconds. "We don't know each other," he uttered. "Trust isn't something that comes easily." Not when the other was a vampire.<br/><br/>He wasn't quite sure he wanted to officially meet the other two. When Uuta turned into a snake and the other came forward, already in snake form, they were truly a sight to behold. Beautiful, deadly. When Cixathe hissed at him, lightning sparked from his fingers, electrocuting the water. It rebounded back into Cersie and he inhaled sharply, glaring at the snake. Lightning wasn't friendly, and if it didn't have an outlet or connection, it could hurt him. Hence the scarring on his hands. But it only hurt him a little before fizzing to nothing. The water got too hot for him though and he stood to step out of the tub. He grabbed a towel and dried himself off, then squeezed the water out of his hair before he draped the towel up and got dressed. The clothes were nice. Nicer than anything he'd ever worn. "Well at the very least I'd want to return these clothes," he commented.<br/><br/>He turned and gasped slightly at the sight. The snakes were gorgeous, wrapped lovingly around their master. He swallowed. "They're both beautiful and frightening, as you are," he said, truthfully. Sure showing his fear probably wasn't the greatest idea but they more than likely could smell it on him regardless. The clothes were gorgeous on him, accentuating his androgynous form with soft cream colors and blue lining. He smoothed his hands down the silk shirt, feeling quite awkward. What now? "I wouldn't consider you reneging on your word. I was merely curious as to what surprise you had in store for me." He shrugged. Gods he felt so lethargic right now.<br/><br/>Cersie took a slow, deep breath and finally met Iseulith's eyes. It was unnerving, how utterly beautiful the other was, but his actions were a show of trust, hoping Iseulith wouldn't pull him under his glamour again. The wind elemental was nervous, that much was blatantly clear. And he wanted out. "Your offer to stay here...it's a bit much given that I still hardly know you. In fact, you hardly know me." He was starting to ramble, and panic was starting to creep in with the thought that unless he was let out he wasn't<i>getting out.</i>