Sometime later the Hyor began to stir. Rolling onto his side and towards the elf, he peered out into the dimly lit room. Lyth's orange eyes casted a slight glow out into the darkness, and his dark eyelashes created a rather interesting effect on the fiery hues.  Seeing the Elf had moved a little, he assumed she was awake now. For a long moment he looked her over, his eyes examining the minute shapes of her beneath the blankets, and he found himself enjoying looking at her more than he probably should...  She really was quite the prize, wasn't she? After a few minutes of laying there he finally forced himself to look away from her and get up. He pushed himself up off the bed, running his fingers through his long violet hair, which appeared nearly black in the darkly lit room. The room smelled all to strongly of blood, and he loved the scent all to much, but it was rousing him into a violent mood. Yes, he could almost taste the scent of the air, and he began to desire it more and more...  Standing next to the nightstand, he found a small match and lit some insense, Deciding that the smell would cause him to be overly 'rude' to his guest. It was somewhat ironic, for one that disliked death to enjoy the scent and taste of bloodshed. The smell of the insense quickly overpowered the other scents in the room.<br/><br/>He silently strode over to the massive window on the opposite wall of the room, and pushed one of the silky black and gold drapes aside with the back of his hand, peering out into the night. The moonlight alluminated the room, bathing everything in a bluish light, his dark hair lit up a deep shade and beautiful shade of violet. He rested his other hand on the thick window-sil, and looked back at the girl resting on his bed.  He let a smile slip across his face as he observed her. "Hello, little one..."He said softly, his deep and fluid voice seemingly melodic...