The wind elemental's senses of the magical or out of the ordinary were dull at best. Kindred souls could be easily detected, but they were just as rare as he and scattered throughout the four corners of the earth. So he didn't sense the witches or vampires or werewolves and they didn't bother him really, either. Then again even vampires were rare. At least around his part of the world. They usually clung to the more heavily populated areas, where they wouldn't be so easily detected. And since the elemental wanted no trouble, he went to a less populated area for his drug runs. However, his business in glass making was held in the more bustling areas that weren't shabby. Many people came asking for various products, from vases, to vials and other glassware. He even sold crystal jewelry.<br/><br/>The best thing about what he was was that his addiction to opiates never affected his day-to-day work. The high rolled off the next day, and he showed no physical symptoms. However, regardless, he did suffer from withdrawals. If he didn't have a hit once a night things got rather hectic in his already chaotic life. That meant selling his body, which made his casual yet oddly clean look pass off as a hooker. He also didn't catch human diseases, which was an added bonus. Over all Cersie's body was extremely resilient. The cold and heat didn't bother him. Certainly not the stormy weather as his attire was attesting to that. Diseases of all kinds he was completely immune to, including the Black Death that had plagued the world.<br/><br/>The hair on the nape of the elemental's neck stood on end, and he frowned as he walked down the dark alleyway. A hand came up to run through his hair, and he was suddenly stand face to face with someone who just felt all around wrong. He adjusted his shades on his face, head lifting to politely look up at the stranger. Nothing immediately alarmed Cersie, but when he saw those red snake's eyes he felt a chill of unease. However, he couldn't look away. He didn't even feel like he could breathe. Not that he needed to, but the feeling of his world narrowing down to one infinite point was all consuming.<br/><br/>Cersie stepped closer to the creature, his senses still on low thanks to the creature's ability to hide their presence. He felt oddly compelled to answer, and needless to say, he had never encountered someone as ancient as he was. It took a lot for him not to just blurt out what he was, though restraining himself just made his head hurt. Why couldn't he break his gaze? His body pulled him closer to the other, as if drawn by an invisible force field. He barely avoided answering the first question, but he let slip what he was here for. "Both, really," he said, his voice carrying a charming lilt to it. "Opiates. And I'd be willing to pay if you're carrying."<br/><br/>He pressed his body right up against the stranger's. He preferred men over women, though he wasn't above fucking either gender to get the drugs. His hand lifted, his gaze never leaving the other's. His pale fingers curled through a lock of that pretty black hair. "What do you say?"