<span style="font-style: italic">Water.</span><br/><br/>Isaria only just managed to stop herself from rolling her eyes. Surely the boy had figured it out by now? Then again humans were infamously slow, never seeing what was right there in front of their faces until it was too late. Far, far too late in sweet Zen’s case.<br/>“Oh but we<span style="font-style: italic">have</span>met before dearest. It will come back to you eventually, for the first few hours things can be a little…fuzzy.” Truth be told Isaria could not even remember her rebirthing day though she had vague memories, unpalatable memories, of the life she had lived before this. “We know each other. Intimately,” she added as an afterthought, grinning at him from over her shoulder as she selected some fresh clothing for him to wear and laid it out on the foot of the bed for him.<br/><br/>Oh poor darling Zen. So confused. So lost. She could comfort him…but there would be plenty of time for that later.<br/><br/>Leaning against one of the intricate posts of her four-poster bed Isaria listened to him rant and rave her expression one of amusement bordering on irritation. He talked too much, too fast and she did not like the tone he was using. Of course all of that could be remedied. A few nights with her and he would learn what it meant to be obedient.<br/><br/>“You will be sleeping here. With me,” she said, in a cool voice that brokered no arguments. “There is no place for you outside these walls anymore. I took that away, I gave you new life. You belong here with me now.” She smiled, a sweet little smile and closed the distance between them. “Caro…it means ‘darling’ or ‘dearest’ in Italian.” She slowly trailed a finger down his chest. “You honestly have no real memory of me?” She looked up at him then, her eyes sad and wide, her bottom lip pushed out in a slight pout. All an act of course. But an act which would surely work on him.<br/><br/>But her playful mood changed when he began to shout. Catching the collar of his robe she pulled him down to her height, glowering darkly. “And the next time you shout at me I<span style="font-style: italic">will</span>whip you. I do not tolerate such things from my pets.” She released him and waved her hand towards the clothes on the bed. “By all means get dressed there is no need to be shy for it’s nothing that I haven’t seen before.”<br/><br/>He had put a tiny dampener on her good mood but Isaria sighed and relented as she watched him tentatively touch his neck. After all…he was young. “Yes. I am the one. Sired. Turned. Changed. Whatever you wish to call it.” She rolled her eyes and ran a gloved hand through her hair. “Now, you said you were thirsty?”