Zanfell smiled subtly when Phoenix denied dreaming, and then stated that Shadow, or one of her other incarnations was calling to her, negating her claim. The Vampyre did so like ironic claims. He neglected to mention it, and simply stood still, silent for the moment. Producing his pack, he pulled out another cigarette, and placed it between his lips. Again, it lit as he inhaled, and he began to pace around the two, slowly.<br/><br/>After a full circle, he spoke. "Well, this is a lovely reunion, considering all that had happened before either of you slept." he quipped. "I suppose you may have some greater inkling as to what the Fates desire of three of the most ancient and powerful creatures of the night?" he said toward Phoenix, turning to face to her as he paced. "I feel the threads pulling us together once more, yet am not quite sure why. Though, far be it for me to assume that I may be privy to such knowledge of Destiny, but still, I wonder."<br/><br/>He drew in a breath of nicotine, and savored it for a moment. Exhaling, he stopped on the opposite side of where he'd began pacing. "Isn't it strange how we three always seem to be thrust into some grand scheme?" he chuckled, and faced the two women, shifting his gaze between the two of them.