In truth, Iseulith felt as though he had found what he had been searching for in the far off port side city. He never had any intention to stay beyond his procuring some purpose from a place. It was part of his nomadic and private nature, the reason he never gained any sense of close companionship with any of his kind. He became bored with places easily now, having seen the majority of the world through fractions of time and space. People, however, were a different story. Many were the same, guided through life based entirely upon their physical needs for the most part. Humans especially fell into this category with their tragically short lives. Vampires as well as most other supernaturals retained a certainly amount of leisurely boredom which brought about all manner of odd customs and quirky obsessions. For the ancient vampire it was rare treasures, and what treasure was more precious to an undead vampire than life incarnate?<br/><br/><br/>Iseulith smirked as the elemental allowed him the privilege of dressing him in preparation for the shared errand. “Splendid... I have a few ideas even now though I imagine that you would be truly beautiful in anything you wear, tattered and ragged or not.” He shook his head, softly casting his loose hair about his shoulders with the movement, “Clothing is nothing, as I said before. Would you have let them drift off into the ocean I would have received you just the same.” He knew the wind elemental had been too excited to leave him as well as nervous about his ulterior motives. The man was intelligent, that much was clear, but he was naive as well, at least to some degree to even agree to return here. He was an innocent, a truly valuable and rare thing to find in these times, especially within a magical creature of great longevity. The vampire felt a roll of thunder coarse through his form, the creature’s blood pushing up those strange emotions that felt to Iseulith like looking at an image through a ripple of water or stars through a cloud scattered sky. He could feel the edge of the feelings as they pushed through his mind, urges lifting up like a warm raising column of air.<br/><br/><br/>Cersie lead them forward as they walked down a quiet hall, Iseulith just a few paces behind him, watching the back of his head as he licked his lips. His thrust had flared up in the back of his throat once again despite the recent feeding. It did that often when something delicious was just a heartbeat away. Cersie remarked about the quality of the phantom home full of opulent trifles and referred to the vampire’s personal quarters. The ancient snorted in mild amusement, “You would not likely say that were you to see it.” He pondered the vast high ceilinged tomb, cool and dark with the single red lacquered and gold trimmed coffin surrounded by unadorned and roughly hewn mausoleum stones, deep underground.<br/><br/><br/>As Cersie pushed through a door and into a poshly made bedroom, Iseulith thought he chose quite nicely. The rooms in this part of the illusion manifested in a fairly interesting manner. They took on many appearances, always different in some way than they were before, being less contained by the vampire’s magical will. They masked themselves in the images that shed from the unconscious around them, forming into a room that the occupant might find useful, though this was not a conscious effort as much as it was a side effect of the loosely woven dimensional fabric in this wing. His familiar Cixathe preferred this area of the house most, perhaps because of the strange nature of the rooms, changing each time the door was opened or closed. Iseulith though the gray scale of the textiles throughout reflected the color of dark storm clouds while his own predisposition towards black and blood had formed the rest of the space, filling in the holes of what a room should perhaps look like on any given night. This time, a subdued but luxurious bedroom was found to be the most appropriate and Iseulith did not disagree.<br/><br/><br/>Crimson eyes cast side long as Cersie allowed his coat to drop, revealing the curves and lines of his naked body while he wandered the plushly carpeted floor to the soft looking bed. “Many things are possible if you merely give them thought.” The vampire hinted with a knowing smile, “I might remind you that ‘you’ would be the only one of the two of us to know what clouds might actually feel like.” He canted his head slightly to the left and tucked a stray hair behind his ear, revealing the lines of his jaw and throat. “I am happy that you are pleased with the space at least. That alone is payment enough...” Iseulith drew closer to the bed, slipping onto it with his knees, sinking into the feathery soft mattress, finding his appreciation of the softness to be quite a surprising and pleasing thing. Cersie’s blood was so unusually even now with part of a second feeding behind him. He so looked forward to having more of the man.<br/><br/><br/>A promise was a promise however, and he sullenly protested against his own desires and the strange feeling having developed recently that caused him to think about the being before him as a thing that contained valid feelings that needed to be satiated before he could have his way. It was a conscious and curious effort on his part not to just glamour the elemental and have his way with him. While the conversation with the witch had drained him with the mental gymnastics involved through most supernatural dealings, the actual striking of the contract had aroused his own magic and his vampiric blood infused with elemental power boiled deep within him even now. The exchange had been smooth enough and the presence of the third supernatural in his den weighed upon him greatly.<br/><br/><br/>He must calm himself, lest the power slip from him gradually. It took a great deal of composure to retain it, bound tightly within until he wished to utilize it somehow, a personality trait of his that directly opposed the power within him, to try to control something so wild was surely not the correct way to enjoy it. He sought to learn from it more in this moment that anything else, lest it was snatched away from him too soon. “You do not require sleep at all?” He inquired with a curious questioning grin. “Even vampires fall into a state of true death upon sunrise, yet I suppose that I should not be surprised that a great gale never tires.”  Iseulith dropped upon his haunches on the enveloping bed. It felt comfortable to him, but he had relatively few comparisons to such physical feelings and largely ignored them outside of what Cersie could provide. Or perhaps at this point, the opposite was true.<br/><br/><br/>“Well in the mean time...” The vampire slipped easily out of his brightly colored jacket, letting it fall to the floor at the side of the blanket covered bed. He unbuttoned and rolled up a sleeve to reveal his cold pale forearm which he sliced open with an elongated finger nail. A slim, clean cut that awarded the wound a delicate beading and pooling of blooming violet blood. “...I will show you a trick.” He held the arm out to the elemental with a confident grin and a veiled sentiment of excitement. “Drink freely my pet, as much as you wish though I would remind you that I am not fully restored myself. I would wish to finish up our little session from earlier now that it would be more enjoyable for you.”<br/><br/><br/>As he spoke, a dark pearl of the ancient and infused vampiric essence curved in a gravity assisted trail down his forearm to his elbow, the droplet growing larger, threatening to spill onto the bed coverings, though truly none of it mattered even now.