The witch eyed the room with a surprised look as the phantom wind tousled the stray curls framing her lovely but severe face. She gathered her skirts in hand and turned with a delicate flourish of peeking white lace. She had almost let her power slip out in a defensive posture but using any of her abilities could spell her doom. She knew Iseulith to be exceptionally skilled in binding spells and wards. A component from his human life. His magic was part of the reason his blood was so powerful, sought by some in the past through force. She was almost certain that some of her kind were dealt with by his hand. He was perhaps the last of his kind, she thought, given his age which she was still uncertain of. She never would have thought in a million more years if she were lucky that it could have been the vampire’s doll who brushed against her cheeks warmly.<br/><br/><br/>After Utaa had lead Venrya from the room it seemed to Iseulith that his ward had become a little less tense, though it was clear that he was not yet fully comfortable. Trust was no doubt the issue and there was very little the vampire could affect there, though he did try. Instead he wandered closer fingering over the sash that tied the trench to Cersie body as they spoke. “I am pleased to see that your kindness has conjured some gratitude from them. I had not thought it possible before now, but even my familiars it seems are capable of surprising me.” Capable enough to perhaps be up to other things behind his back. He silently thanked Cersie for opening his eyes.<br/><br/><br/>Iseulith tucked a finger behind the sash of the elemental’s coat and tugged him closer pressing their chests together. He whispered against his lips. “You think correctly, but I am not without a sense of exploration either.” A sultry laugh as he waved his hand somewhat dismissively. “No sense of fashion is required, I have plenty of clothing and costumes at my disposal, amassed over time. Perhaps another time, when you have had some time to explore the options.” His own hand came to rest against the back of Cersie’s as his face was touched and he smiled at the question posed. “You are trying very hard to ruin the surprise of it, aren’t you?” He teased as the elemental played in his hair. “I am changing residence. I’ve only been in this place for a short time comparatively but I grow weary of it too soon. Tomorrow night the good lady and I have our business to tend to. You may join if you like, since you are so very curious. I think you might quite enjoy the outing. We will have to disguise some of your more apparent features, but only because we will be in the company of the Blackthorn.”<br/><br/><br/>It was mostly truth he spoke even though he was being intentionally vague. “As I said earlier. I wish for you to be able to come and go freely. It is not so much of an imposition for me to move. I extended invitation to Lady Venrya that she might help me with the effort of making the space more ... comfortable. That is all. A simple task for her kind.” The vampire looked briefly around the room as he took in his own work. The room likely wouldn’t react to a Cersie’s magic, but he did not wish to test the limitations of this and sought to remove them now from the parlor. “Shall we retire to somewhere more comfortable?” He suggested, even though the room around them looked wonderfully plush and inviting with the crackling flame from the fireplace. “My private chambers you would find to be dismally unwelcoming, but there is any number of fine places we might find ourselves down my hall of dreams. If you would care to pick one, you might be surprised by what you find within.”<br/><br/><br/>The doors stood where they always had in the sparse hall. Each completely identical in all regards minus location. Each held within a different scape of which there were many to choose from. Self contained worlds of nature beauty. Some were wooded riversides or water falls. Some were ancient looking temples which stood most likely as ruins somewhere in the world to this day. All existed in a state of perpetual night time though the moon and stars were different depending on where the memories they were partially formed from were recorded. “Unless you would prefer a room, of course. Sometimes the comforts of a bed and a bath can be just as rewarding as a night under an ancient canopy. In any case, I will teach you how to use the blood to heal wounds and scars alike. You will take to it quickly, I’m certain. I imagine it is not so different a feeling from your own abilities.”