What was she thinking right now? how was she feeling, and... was it despair? confusion, worry, fear? 'I<span style="color: #FF00FF">want</span>it all... I will<span style="color: #FF0080">have</span>it all. what ever this feeling, I will<span style="color: #FF0000">rip</span>it from her corpse and drain her of every drop of blood, until I understand, and possess what ever it is she is emanating...' his thoughts were echoing, clouding his movements. Yet sharpening his mind, and very desire for something he knew was just out of his reach. "Really? well, that is a shame..." he said, expressing the very definition of unapologetic. He smiled, and his smile, turned into a grin. "So, who enjoyed the tea," he said in a studious manner. Damian went around, checking the cups. He smiled and looked up at the girl in the blue dress when he got to her. "Consider yourself lucky you didn't drink it. If you did-"<br/><br/>"Damian, any of the girls that drunk the tea, please take them back..." he said, tipping the head up of a girl with brown hair. Probably around 27-28 years old, and wearing a beautiful red dress the color of a rose. "You know, there is a girl here that would look marvelous in your dress miss, she would match my eyes... and she would match something else much more vital to me. "Though, I am not sure she would appreciate such, a cliche'. So to speak..." he peered up at the girl once more wearing the blue dress as he finished speaking. As soon as he stepped away, the girls began uttering complaints. "B-but we drunk the tea!" and "Please, I really need this job!" were two of the most common phrases. "Damian, be sure not to spill!" he called to his servant as he took the girls from the room. "Don't worry My Lord, There won't be a missed drop."<br/><br/>This was the last thing he heard as a girl asked what they meant as she was being led out. Marcel turned his attention to the three girls that remained. "So, three of you... interesting, it seems that my calculations were wrong. I was sure there would be only one girl here..." he murmured, standing at an unneeded and close distance to them. He bowed before them. "I know I only wanted two girls, but a third... I am sure I can find a use for one of you..." His words forceful, and sinister, held an odd extravagance to them. His accent unusual, and very hard to place... it had an old feel to it... almost like a lost language "Is anyone, as nervous as I am..." he said with a feel off ill-intent, standing straight up from his bow.