Iseulith watched quietly as the elemental looked from him to the door as if trying to make a decision. He was shaking now and it seemed as if the effects of the kiss had drained completely from him. “Very good.” He smiled a bit more warmly as the man came to sit with him, though he perched on the edge of the couch as far away as he was able. The vampire made no move except to settle back a little further into the cushion with his arm across its backrest resting his cheek onto his closed fist. He seemed relaxed outwardly but every moment in Cersie’s presence made his hunger double on itself. He was in possession of superior self-control but even he knew it was rapidly approaching its limits.<br/><br/><br/>“No, I do not require money.” The truth of the matter was that he had none himself. He had never needed it. He took whatever he liked with little consequence so his wealth was in the riches and the treasures he helped himself to, but there were no bank accounts, no aliases, no owned property. The very house they had entered had been removed from the city’s registry upon his arrival and no one had even realized it was gone, even as they walked past it on the street.<br/><br/><br/>He listened quietly as Cersie put together all of the clues. Outside of his addiction it seemed the man was quite aware of the supernatural world around him. The vampire remained eerily silent for a time as did the entire house. No creaking of a settling foundation, no drip from a loose faucet, not even the soft ticking of a clock. Just pure sweet silence. All except for the fluttering of the man’s strange heartbeat which Iseulith could hear with crystal clarity. “Does that frighten you?”<br/><br/><br/>He chuckled softly at the denial. He was well over a millennium in age and there were only a handful of times he could remember where he did not get exactly what he wanted, it was a concept that he really couldn’t wrap his head around anymore. “I’m going to tell you something, my charming delicacy, and I want you to take my advice under careful consideration. There are only two options for you in this moment. You can submit to me willingly and I will give you the ride of your life, or you can refuse me and we can go about this the hard way. Given your reservations I can surmised that you have only ever experienced the hard way.” He paused briefly, swallowing loudly as his fangs began to ache, “All I ask of you is for a little bit of something that you won’t even miss but that would help me a great deal and in return I will bestow upon you something priceless.” He turned his body slowly to face his prey, “Tell me Cersie… Have you ever tasted the blood of an ancient vampire?”<br/><br/><br/>His movements were like liquid as he pulled himself up into the couch, climbing smoothly over to Cersie so that he was crouching within inches of his face. He slid a long pale finger up the center of the man’s chest to his chin, “It is magnificent. It is better than Opium, more tangible than the kiss, it’s even smoother than my bite will be if you agree to it.” As he spoke his fangs slowly descended from their home in the roof of his mouth, long and vicious. As they snapped into place it was noticeable that they were slightly transparent in color. “In order for you to enjoy it, however, you must submit willingly. It will only cause you great pain otherwise.” He spoke as if it was an assured thing that it was going to happen in either outcome.<br/><br/>He held the man’s gaze as he placed a soft hand against his shoulder, sliding it up over that delicious neck and to the man’s chin which he held tenderly, “You’re shaking my dear. Let me soothe your need. You will thank me for it.” It wasn’t a glamour or a spell, just plain words he spoke. His brows were knitted as the beast inside him thrashed against it chains and his dark silken hair hung in his face casting a shadow over his features, he was all deadly fangs and brilliant crimson eyes. A true predator.