Cersie wasn't as bright, or as cunning, as the vampire. He was a simple creature, with simple needs. Though he wasn't stupid, and he knew that if the vampire really wanted to he could and would keep him here against his will. So what did he gain from earning Cersie's trust? What was his end goal? Cersie couldn't help but wonder such things. But he wasn't a trophy to be kept, and he hated that the other dodged around the fact. He tried to remain patient, merely quashing his own uncertainties. Impatience wouldn't get him anywhere, of that he was absolutely certain. He was uneasy around the snakes, because they were just so much bigger than himself. Even in hawk form they could easily consume him, despite hawks being a snake's natural predator. His skin prickled with unease as he stood there, even showered with compliments.<br/><br/>Indeed, being cut off from his element trapped him in his corporeal form. Time was against him now, though his cheeks flushed and he ducked his head at the compliments. Honeyed words from a snake. He wanted to know what his true intent was but somehow he knew it wouldn't be so easy. He scoffed slightly. "Well that's all well and good. I can't afford such extravagant things." Though wealth definitely wasn't something that was tempting him to stay. If it wasn't such a taboo he would have been more than content to walk around naked, himself, but as such it was extremely frowned upon. Further it made him more like a whore than anything else. He really didn't want to be a prostitute. He just enjoyed opiates a lot. He wouldn't deny that Iseulith's bite had been more intoxicating than anything he had ever felt before.<br/><br/>He nodded in understanding, about to argue, but the other was holding his hand out. He didn't want to get lost, and he waited for the snakes to move on ahead before he took the vampire's hand and let him guide him to another room. The place was a mystery, indeed, and it was tempting and curious to see all this place had to offer. If he wasn't for sure cut off from the outside world, it probably would have been all the more tempting to stay and forget the world out yonder. But he<i>needed </i>to be able to come and go at will. He needed the choice, the option.<br/><br/>Cersie stopped as instructed, his eyes lifting to the other. He appreciated the vampire having not tried to keep him against his will, but something was just off about the whole situation. He couldn't pin point why. He was powerful, and not even his kin trusted him. They deemed him a threat. But then, so was Cersie. The wind elemental was unpredictable and extremely dangerous in his own right. When he asked if he trusted Iseulith, he frowned. There were several moments of hesitation, and he inclined his head. "Yes, though if I'm completely honest with you and myself everything is screaming in me not to." But what choice did he have? A rift above had opened up, just within his grasp. He could almost taste the water in the air, feel the wind against his skin. Yet Iseulith held all the reigns, even now.<br/><br/>He stepped closer and swallowed at the sight of the blood on Iseulith's mouth. He took his hand, as if sealing a deal with the devil. What choice did he have? He asked himself that question over and over. He wanted out, more than anything, and so he did as he was told. Because his freedom meant more to him than anything else. Anything. Tipping his head, his tongue flicked out and grazed over Iseulith's lower lip. The taste was electric on his tongue. It sent the hair on the nape of his neck standing up. The electric current in the air was palatable, and he was kissing the vampire before he realized the action. He took Iseulith's lower lip between his own and sucked, trying to get more, to taste<i>more</i>.<br/><br/>His blood was intoxicating and powerful, and he felt like he could do anything. Go anywhere, be whatever he wanted. Another deception, and he reigned in his urges to say yes, he'd stay. He refrained from giving in that last inch, and forced the kiss to be brief. He pulled back with a gasp, his eyes glowing with the power his blood had to offer. God, so much temptation. If Iseulith's home didn't lie beyond the realm of reality, his reality, he probably would have. If he otherwise was kept from his element, he would have. "I don't go back on my word," he said, softly. "I'll come back, and I'll return the clothes to you." Every part of him wanted to stay. Yet he was being pulled to the opening, the portal held closed only by the other's will. He wanted to stay, but he wanted more to go. To recharge, to return stronger and more sure of himself.<br/><br/>He could no longer deny how amazing the night had been, and even these moments, minus his all consuming claustrophobia.