Cersie noticed the walls, the blank spaces. He could feel the energy pulling at him, taunting and teasing him, carressing him like a lover would. He ignored it, letting his hands touch the warm scales. He could feel the heat radiating off the snake, and raised his own temperature to provide the snake more warmth. What snake didn't like the heat when they were naturally cold blooded? Sure Cersie's own temperature ran cold, but he could actually heat up his body, often because he was channeling lightning. Which wasn't the case now, since he didn't want to hurt Utaa. He was actually happy they seemed to have come to some sort of arrangement. No, Cersie wasn't food. No, Cersie wouldn't change into a hawk in front of them.<br/><br/>He didn't know they were a trap, though he was still perturbed that the parlor had changed. His head lifted from staring at the snake, almost silently communicating with him. It was possible he could, but he'd likely need more of Iseu's blood to even try. He saw the two come towards them and frowned. His hands stilled on the snake, and he was glad he was pale. His face twisted into a deeper frown at the witch's scrutiny. A soft, very warm gust of wind carressed the witch's face, as if in warning. Don't piss off the wind elemental. But otherwise he stayed silent and there were no other disturbances in the atmosphere.<br/><br/>Cersie's head turned to Iseulith. "A gift is a gift," he said, keeping his voice sluggish and drugged-like. He could play the part of the whore, the drugged doll. He didn't trust the witch, and he didn't want her to have any excuse to be interested in him. His shoulders tensed, though. Dress up? Really. His eye twitched behind his glasses, and he let Utaa go back to Iseulith when the witch had left. He shifted from foot to foot, obviously tense and uncomfortable. When Utaa shifted back and picked up the figurine, he gave him a smile. He knew Utaa appreciated the gift, and had shown his gratitude the best way he could. He could leave it at that.<br/><br/>When they were finally alone, Cersie let all the tension melt off of him. Before Iseulith could remove his lenses, he took them off and carefully pocketed them. He knew the vampire liked staring in his eyes. After a shaky breath, he met his gaze. Of course he was still wary of him. He'd be absolutely stupid to fully trust him. "Yes, I think he and I have arranged a mutual understanding. Neither of us are prey to the other." He gave Iseu a tentative smile. "They're a piece of you, at any rate. It would kind of be rude and stupid not to at least try to get along with them." His breath stuttered and brain short-circuited as Iseu hand trailed down his coat and touched the still warm flesh beneath.<br/><br/>"Hmm. I suppose? But I thought you preferred me nude," he said, his voice lowering a few octaves. "Though it really would depend on what you wanted me to wear." He gave him another grin. "I don't really have a sense of fashion. I'm usually in this jacket and work clothes, a ratty hat and sunglasses. Not remotely attractive and quite frankly it never crossed my mind to care." He raised a hand and tentatively touched Iseulith's face, then ran his fingers through his hair. "So what was that all about? What are you up to?" he murmured. He was curious, but also needed to know. He needed reassurance that this wasn't some clever trap to keep him here permanently.