The silence in itself was terrifying. Like a little room. A quiet little room. Christ now he was having flashbacks. The last vampire had paid a witch handsomely to suppress his powers. Except he'd left him with a small room for ventilation because he'd been able to convince the other he needed to breathe. Which he didn't, and that had been that younger vampire's folly. Vampires. They certainly were known for taking what they wanted. His fingertips crackled with lightning, but he didn't attack. It was more like the coiling of a rope, bound so tight that it was about to spring loose. "Yes," he whispered in response to being frightened. Though the claustrophobia was the worst of it.<br/><br/>Even though the hall was vast, he felt like he was starved for air. It was a crippling sensation, brought on further by the eerie stillness and quiet of the place. This place didn't feel right. His eyes, darker now, lifted to the other, and he cringed back when he came to lean over him. Dammit. That was not helping his claustrophobia. "Claustrophobic," he whispered, swallowing thickly as he stared at the man's snake eyes. "Yeah, yup. Definitely the hard way. I've never...uh...been offered an ancient's blood before." He remained leaning away from him, but he didn't let his gaze drop from him. "I..." He swallowed. Well, it seemed fair at the moment of thought. "I'm a wind elemental. Since I'm the only one that Mother has spit out in the last half a millennia, I doubt you've tasted one."<br/><br/>His gaze dropped to his fangs. Jesus. They were huge. Though his comment made him laugh. "You're joking, right? The last vampire that tasted the blood in these veins kept me hostage for five years. In a tiny little room. Claustrophobia is a really damn real thing." But, the promise of a high more intense than anything he'd experienced thus far was extremely tempting. The alternatives certainly weren't. Instead they were far from appealing in any sense. But he was being given a choice. That, too, was a surprise.<br/><br/>Slowly, tentatively, Cersie raised a hand and pressed the palm of his hand against the smoothness of the other's chest through his opened shirt. There was no heartbeat there. It was a simple choice, but it was more difficult because he had a strong feeling that he wasn't going to be let go after the other had a taste of his blood. What choice did he have though? None, apparently, and unless he was willing to fight Iseulith, there was no point in denying the vampire what he wanted. Maybe it would be over quickly. Though he almost didn't even care to experience what he'd promised, but if it would help him through this difficult choice. "Fine." He dropped his hand.<br/><br/>Leaning back, he let Iseulith pick whatever vein he wanted to chomp at. He was battling his own claustrophobia, and waited almost impatiently for him to strike.