His eyes looked up to her at her last comment while, then he tipped his head to the side. 'This, this is the curious fire of this girl... she has a soul that screams out to be freed... her mind strong, but her body seemingly that of its own device. Like how a caterpillar goes through many efforts to become a butterfly, and breaks through its husk... only hers is more tougher, maybe even dark like how he was before the ritual--' he thought to himself, thoughts trailing off as he found himself gazing at her wrist, then her neck. Immediately, he turned and nodded more slowly than before. "Please," was all he said in an agreeing tone while walking past her. His fists clenched extremely tightly behind him as he walked down the hallway.<br/><br/>He ignored every noise as he walked away to the main lobby. The events by the window leading up the appearance of Missie still bugging him. The rise in anger-- no... bloodlust. Was all the more odd to him right now. "I have to wonder what is causing this--" he murmured, feeling hot as he got farther and farther from Missie. He actually had to force himself to keep walking, and he did not even know how far he had gotten until he had already taken off the tightened buttons around his neck and let himself "breath" so to speak. "This burning sensation in my veins, is a cruel mistress," he murmured. Now walking back up the stars in the lobby on his way to his room. He had to take some time and be by himself, believe it or not. After all these years, it seemed peace and quiet was the only thing keeping him half sane. Even the companionship of his staff was not enough.