Cersie hesitated when the door opened. There was no one on the other side. It was so dark he couldn't see. He let his eyes adjust as much as they would, keeping the boxes held tight to him. Everything was screaming at him that this was a bad idea. Part of him had severely lost track of time outside, but he really couldn't stay away any longer. He didn't even know why. He wasn't that knowledged in magic, so he didn't know that Iseulith had influenced his return to the extent that it had. Once his eyes had adjusted mostly to the darkness, he stepped inside the hallway. He tried not to flinch when the door shut behind him. There was nearly an immediate sense of deja vu that came over him, and he squashed the fear before it had a chance to surface. No. He wouldn't let himself get into a situation like before. He wouldn't be defenseless again.<br/><br/>The parlor looked different, and it fascinated him that Iseulith could change the interior design on a whim, it seemed. It was beautiful, and he let his gaze roam before his glowing eyes settled on the vampire. His brows pinched. No, he looked nothing like he had when they'd first met, merely a week ago. "I don't know if I should be flattered or worried," he said lightly, approaching with caution. He didn't want to provoke or startle the venomous snake, after all. He looked down at the two boxes. "Ah, yes. They're for Uuta and Cixathe. Kind of had a rough introduction, I guess." He awkwardly went to put them down. "I didn't know what to...make you." He pulled off his gloves, letting Iseulith see the angry, fresh scarring on his hands. "I make glass for a living. I don't know why I didn't want to tell you before."<br/><br/>Taking it upon himself, he sat across from the vampire. He really didn't look that threatening, though that didn't give way for Cersie to relax, not at all. He stayed somewhat tense. "They'll heal though. At least, they'll scar. I haven't lost function in my hands, yet. Lightning is not the most merciful thing to play with." He held the ends of the jacket together. He hadn't come here to really ask for sex, though he'd be lying to himself if he didn't want the vampire to bite him again. "I'm sorry I didn't come sooner. I really lost track of time while I was out there. But, I did what you suggested. Not that it was really difficult for me." He bit his lower lip, trying not to come across as so completely nervous. The vampire would likely pick up on that, though fortunately he wasn't feeling too afraid, not yet.<br/><br/>Though the idea that he was still trying to convince him to stay made him shake his head. "I'm not like an earth elemental. Being up in the skies...It's the happiest place for me. I enjoy your company, otherwise I wouldn't have come back. But I hate being surrounded by walls with no access to my element. I mean, it's not entirely different than you now, without blood in your system." He shifted and finally took off the jacket. "I don't like you like this, though. If you want you can have my blood." No, he really didn't want to fight the urge to bleed for him, not when it meant feeling that rush, that high, again. His body was clean this time; he'd even worn boots, which he bent down to remove and set on top of the jacket. No mud or ragged appearance, this time, though his skin was damp from the rain outside. The cold didn't bother him in the slightest.<br/><br/>He reached up to ruffle his own hair, looking around the parlor once more and avoiding Iseulith's eyes. He wasn't sure he wanted to risk being caught in his gaze, though he hadn't tried thus far. He wondered if he was too weak to, but he didn't ask outright. He stayed across from him, not wanting to seem over eager, either. Cersie ended up wondering again why he was even here. He also wondered where the snakes were, though he gathered from what Iseulith had told him that they were out doing something. He just hoped it wasn't something bad.