Elyot smiled at her responds, he didn't want her to stop gazing at her face, or lack there of, he wanted her to admire the glass beauty that was once soft flesh, and feel proud of it's seductive prowess, while feel envy and longing for it to not be just a stone sculpted farce. These combative emotions filled with darkness was what made her truly beautiful, to Elyot, anyways, not this human flesh she desires so much; the human flesh made her delicious, while the blank black void made her impressive. It wasn't hard to gain the respect and loyalty from an imp, but it was a known fact that no human could, and though she may not be a witch, she was no longer something he could call human.<br/><br/>“Just wanting, my mistress.” Elyot told, watching her marble eyes as she pricked herself, the lower the prick of blood traveled, the wider Elyot's grin grew, “Greed would be me wanting<i>all</i>of you.” Elyot said, and lowered his head to her bosom.<br/><br/>Elyot's eyes didn't close, or even break from her gaze as he stared up into the glass jewels. Only his lips clasped around her poked flesh as he made sure not to let his teeth graze her; like a kiss, he gently sucked to pull more of the crimson fluid from the wound. Raising his hands, Elyot clasped his thin claws around her thinner waist, hourglass from her dutiful corset, Elyot pulled her closer to him as he could already feel the dark licks of the void that rested inside her. Nostalgic, it was, even though he has not lived in that Hell, even from the day he was born, as he had always been near Geneviève and wherever the land she'd take them. Elyot was more than fully paid, and greed was now slowly rising, though the contract was sealed, and his service was now in effect; she told him to hurry, so, painfully, he could not objected.<br/><br/>Pulling away—Elyot allowed his teeth to graze her teasingly—like lightening, Elyot stuck his dark raspberry colored tongue out and licked the end of the trail of blood up to the mark that she had pricked, stopping to show that the wound was now closed, and in it's place was a blackberry mark that would remind them both of this sweet payment. Elyot straighten himself, and stepped behind her once she raised her dress, and like the obedient imp he was, he tied it to her desired tightness, already knowing how she wanted it from years of servitude.<br/><br/>“You're rather sweet today, Ring Master, could it be because of the weather?” Elyot asked, mirthful grin ever present on his face; he walked forward to open her door, showing the dreary winter weather that awaited them outside.