There was so much more that Iseulith didn't know about him. Well, mostly just that one last thing in particular. Something Cersie wasn't overly keen on disclosing to Iseulith. Not yet. Because none of what was unraveling between them made any sense. And the vampire was remaining as illusive and puzzling as ever. "No, I suppose they don't," he uttered in reply to the comment of flukes. Power was a wild thing within him, untamed and unchecked but for his resolve. And even then Iseulith seemed to have power over him and with such ease cause him to lose control over himself. Cersie didn't like that. He didn't trust that. And yet he couldn't help but want it.<br/><br/>Want him. He still wanted him, even now, even as sexually satisfied as he was. He didn't want to be apart from him, and at the same time Cersie craved space. Time. Time to think things over. But the more he thought about it, the more the thought slipped away with him. Slipped away as Iseulith slithered closer to him, overwhelmed him with his presence. Chased away thought and reason yet again. Cersie couldn't help but wonder what all had transpired between them in such heated passion. But even that left when Iseulith boldly pinched his ass. His eyes turned playful and he walked ahead, clearly unaffected by his own nudity, let alone the vampire's.<br/><br/>A few steps was all it took before they reached the bathroom and the classic looking tub. God his bones ached to soak in the hot water, to be clean, and he winked over at Utaa. It was fascinating that he could sense them now, but Iseulith yet again pulled him away from his thoughts with a snap of his fingers. His own eyes were swirling with unanswered questions, a solid tempest that remained untamed despite all of Iseulith's efforts. "Why indeed," he mused, turning to see Cixathe beyond the doorway. His eyes glowed briefly at the lick of his lips, uncertain if Cixathe still thought of him as food. Perhaps he should show them both as well, when the time came, how wrong any of them were to think that he was just some meal.<br/><br/>The idea was becoming more prominent in his mind, but he was determined to see what Iseulith had done for him, and to get the whys of it. Then, and only then, Would Cersie show them his truest form. Once more Iseulith distracted him, this time by wrapping himself around Cersie like the snake he was. A hand reached up to card through Iseulith's hair, but he didn't get a chance to touch him before the other was on the ground and Utaa was trying to help him. That language was spoken again, and he frowned but didn't help the vampire. He didn't seem to want it, or need it. The moment of irrevocable weakness was clear as day, and Cersie couldn't help but relish in it. His head canted to the side, but he eventually held out his hand if Iseulith wanted to take it to simply be pulled upright.<br/><br/>Then he turned and climbed into the tub, groaning at the hot water that had surprisingly stayed at temperature during their little conversations. "What language is that do you speak to them?" he asked, letting his questions comes forth unbidden as he relaxed in the tub. He pushed himself against one end, leaving more than enough room for the vampire to join him. "And what limitations are you speaking of?" Yes, he had seen Iseulith turn into a temporary pile of weakness, but from what he could ascertain the vampire didn't want to dwell on that much at all.<br/><br/>But the most important question of all surged forth. His hands clenched slightly. "What did you do to me?" he asked. Because that was the most crucial inquiry, wasn't it? There was danger in Cersie's eyes, and he felt like a snake himself, just one threatened. Coiled, ready to strike. Though instead of venom he was prepared to attack if it meant saving himself. He didn't feel safe. Not around Iseulith, and in the thick of things he still didn't want to be parted from him. That was what was driving him to wonder, even now, what the others' intentions were, and the ancient creature seemed hellbent to skirt around the truth.<br/><br/>Cersie wasn't about to let up, however.