There had been nothing left of the vampire he'd killed. He'd left shortly thereafter without ever looking back. It had been in the cold, forbidden parts of Russia, and Cersie had never returned to the place. Even though he loved the cold, there were other places like Northern Canada and Greenland that he could visit if he wanted a colder experience. He could cause blizzards as much as he could cause tornadoes and hurricanes. Anything to do with the weather, Cersie was a master of. As far as he knew there were no other wind elementals. Mother Nature just handled the weather on the rest of the world. Central Africa had the most thunderstorms, and he often visited though he seldom caused them himself.<br/><br/>He did his part in the world, to the best of his knowledge and experience. Up until a week ago he'd avoided the supernatural all together, and now he was being pulled into the web of Iseulith's domain. The loneliness was outright crippling, and Iseulith wasn't far from the truth. He had chosen to come down to this plane. He had chosen to take on a physical form, and he could only nod in agreement to his statement. "I'd rather be honest. I hate liars. I hate deception, even, but that's besides the point. I'm tired of being alone, and even if we don't know or trust each other, you're right. I give you life, nourishment, and in exchange you give me pleasure and euphoria beyond my wildest dreams."<br/><br/>He was slightly amused that Iseulith concurred that the snakes had likely deserved a scare. Good. Let them know that Cersie was not someone to be trifled with. He was not a victim. He was not weak. He was not powerless. And most importantly, he was not prey. But Iseulith seemed to respect him well enough. He didn't know about the snakes. Hell he didn't even know if they could talk. They were always so silent.<br/><br/>When Iseulith finished feed, Cersie looked at him in helpless fear. Despite his reassurances, Cersie was still scared, because he couldn't move. The paralysis was absolutely mortifying. He was naked, exposed, and helpless. Anything could happen to him, and there was nothing he could do. Cersie closed his eyes, tears brimming on his eyelids, and his head was absolutely sluggish as he moved to turn his head away from the other. The only thing he could do now was ride it out. If Iseulith spoke the truth it would fade in time. He repeated that to himself even as the witch entered the domain. He didn't look at her. He didn't even realized the snakes had accompanied them. It wasn't like he could greet them or anyone else.<br/><br/>He also tried to remind himself that this was for the best. He did not want a witch to know what he was, even if she couldn't channel his powers. It was good that Iseulith had paralyzed him, because his powers remained subdued for now. He couldn't even conjure lightning, not that he would have. Cersie was forced to trust the vampire again. He took slow, steady breaths, trying to calm himself down. It wouldn't do either of them good if he was lying there in a panic. He kept his eyes closed, as well. His eyes weren't human, and he didn't have any way of hiding them right now. He hadn't brought any shades with him. So for all intents of purposes, while they finished their transaction, Cersie pretended to be asleep.