Cersie was fascinated with that aspect. "I don't know that the vampire that had kept me imprisoned ever managed to utilize my blood the way you have. The more I'm with you, the more I think he was young..." He fidgeted, uncomfortable that he let a young vampire control his freedom to such a degree. But such a thing was far in the past. "I can't deny that I would very much like to have more. My powers let me regrow limbs, and it's very difficult for me to die. Not impossible but..." He splayed out his hands. "Consistent, repeat damage can cause scarring." He let his hands drop back into his lap. "Did my blood do that for you?" he whispered, looking over to him in wonder and curiosity. "Did it tell you a story of the storms that rage across the seas and pillage the lands they plow over?" His eyes seemed to light up with mischief at the idea. They were quite the pair, the two of them.<br/><br/>His neck flushed a little and he gave him a sheepish little smile. "Either that or I'm desperate," he teased in turn. In truth he was lonely and the way that Iseulith showered him with compliments was delightful and riveting. He didn't have to hide what he was around him, and it made him ache for his company. Cersie let his eyes fall closed when that cool hand grazed his cheek. The coldness didn't bother him, neither did the lack of life in the other's flesh. Cersie's own skin was cool, and usually was unless he was out under direct sunlight. He didn't mind the sun, as long as the wind was there to accompany him. He hated dry, hot days where there was no breeze or other signs of weather. In fact autumn was his most favorite season of all. His eyes reopened, glowing in the dim light of the room. He canted his head to the side. "Why would you do that?" he asked, genuinely confused. He was willing to change his home, his surroundings, and make it so that Cersie could come and go as he pleased. "I mean, I don't mind being surprised, I suppose." He gave him another sheepish smile.<br/><br/>He lowered his gaze. "I'm familiar with human wars, but not supernatural ones. We elementals keep to ourselves, sort of neutral in as many aspects as we can. I've met Ke Ahi before, once. I like fire elementals and water elementals over earth ones." He scrunched his nose. "Earth elementals are slow and extremely lazy." He smiled a little. "I'm glad that she's not an immediate threat." Cersie was obviously not one for confrontation or fighting. He'd rather just have a nice chaotic life in the skies. When Iseulith moved to settle in his lap, he shifted to make room for him. His heart fluttered at the familiar arrangement, and he ducked his head. "I didn't mean to frighten them. I was just happy to be free." He reached up and carded a hand through Iseulith's hair. His face flushed. "Maybe it's because I'm not honest with myself?" he whispered. Then the other was kissing him, and he sighed against his mouth.<br/><br/>Cersie shuddered when the words were uttered, and he smiled as well before he groaned at the bite. His eyes rolled and he let his head fall back gently, granting him as much access as he required for the full affect. Though it wasn't what he was expecting. Instead of that pleasurable high, all he felt was tired and lethargic, as if drugged in a different fashion. It reminded him of what his previous captor had done, and it made him panic a little. However, beyond his heart racing a bit he couldn't do anything. He felt paralyzed, and that scared him even worse. Had the other betrayed him? Had Iseulith gone against everything and was going to leave him in this paralyzed state. He was panicking, but he couldn't move, and he couldn't speak beyond a slight whimper. Sure he'd been warned it wouldn't feel as good as the first time because the other was so hungry, and he supposed it was a slight relief that he didn't seem to take much. But it didn't change the fact that the other was capable of stripping him in such a way that he was left trapped in his own skin.