Cersie's emotions sometimes came out in gusts of wind. Seldom did something more serious happen when his emotions ran free. Although, as nervous as he was, he kept his facial expressions calm and neutral until the witch was well out of sight. She unnerved him a lot, but he also knew she wasn't there for him. When she was gone, he let himself be pulled in against the vampire's body. "I guess I never really put much thought into it. When I work the clothes are ragged. When I'm in the sky I don't wear clothes." He ducked his head. "I'm sorry. I am indeed a curious creature." His hands slid down to his waist, up under his shirt some. He thought about the prospect, his ideas.<br/><br/>It wasn't an impossibility that Iseulith wanted to change his home so quickly, but what bothered him was that the vampire was moving in order to get Cersie to stay. At least that was how Cersie interpreted the situation as a whole. Yet beyond bringing him under an influence initially, Iseulith hadn't been that sinister in his intentions. Perhaps selfish, but honest. Deep down Cersie also felt that he needed to be careful still, that there were dangers at every turn if he wasn't. "The sunglasses should work fine for my eyes but I guess you will get the opportunity to dress me up for longer than a couple of minutes," he teased. "I admit I wasn't intending to discard those nice clothes when you showed me the way out." It was a nicer way to say 'freed him from entrapment' but Cersie didn't hold it against him. The other was old, and powerful, and may not see things the same way as the wind elemental.<br/><br/>They were two very different creatures, with different morales and ideals. Iseulith seemed thoroughly content to hide away from the real world unless he had to feed. Cersie enjoyed staying up in the skies, away from human contact, until his loneliness consumed him to the point of seeking human contact. With that came drug use, casual sex. It was a fortunate thing that he didn't retain human illness. He didn't even injure easily. Lightning was just a dangerous and merciless thing to deal with, but he enjoyed it nonetheless. Everything in life had its risks, and that was why he was here, he supposed. Iseulith hadn't tried to imprison him, not really, not yet. So where was the harm in a little exploration? To let his curiosities roam?<br/><br/>"This is place is far more lavish than anything I've ever encountered in my life, so I think your bed chambers would be more than dismally unwelcoming when compared to where I live," he teased back. But he wasn't serious. He wanted to be in a comfortable environment with the vampire. "I think indoors would be fine. Or, rather, a room instead of the illusion of a mystical place." In truth he would rather be in someplace real than a place trapped in time, like staring into a reflection on the water. It helped with his claustrophobia, and was a lesser of evils. As long as doors weren't locked behind him, he could handle the environment just fine. He went into a random<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.pinterest.com%2Fpin%2F527273068854238203%2F&amp;hash=79d4968452d897890e05a14a74f9e1ea" href="https://www.pinterest.com/pin/527273068854238203/" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">room</span></a>, something with a lavish grey scale bedspread. The walls were all black, with grey curtains thickly plastered over fake windows. He knew they were fake, and it was okay. Now that he knew, Cersie wasn't bothered by it much. He undid the coat and let it fall from his body, draping the piece of fabric over a nearby chaise lounge that was solid black.<br/><br/>He let Iseulith see his back in its flawless splendor as he examined the room, then went to the bed and laid down on it. He groaned. "Oh, this is wonderful. Who would have thought they could mimic what sleeping on clouds felt like," he murmured, rolling over and stretching like an extremely content cat. "If I actually required sleep I would very much enjoy sleeping here." He propped himself up on his forearms and gazed over at his host. "I wouldn't know how to repay such a gift," he said, suddenly sheepish. His hands were badly scarred, though still functional. He refused to let them get damaged so badly that he wouldn't be able to use them.