The answer concerning Neo's accent seemed to hold more interest for both sidhe than the entire conversation with the vampire. Aderyn beamed happily at him, and Islwyn chuckled. Their eyes turned to each other, seeming suddenly less brown and more... glowy. Apparently they both felt a complete empathy with that world view. More entertaining, more dangerous.<br/><br/>Aderyn shifted slightly to watch Andy curiously, "Why does this choice upset you? It's already dead. Leave it walk or leave it ashes, there is no difference. Except perhaps it's louder this way." It would be clear the sidhe had literally no understanding of the situation as Andy saw it. In her mind a vampire was not a person. Of course it was not clear if a person would merit any empathy in her mind either. Curiously she asked, "Why does it think you are like it?"<br/><br/>Islwyn snorted, "You'll notice it didn't beg you. Perhaps you should reconsider." He had wondered if it would. Obviously some sparkles husk was inferior to a high court sidhe. It knew he was not prey. Human's were of course delicious to everyone. A glimmer of a smile and his tongue slid along the corner of his upper lip, running across his teeth. It was always odd to feel them changed.<br/><br/>"Or perhaps you should admire its dedication to sincerity." Sidhe had a policy of truth, but she was quite certain that did not apply to a vampire made from a human. Aderyn's eyes shifted down to the vampire's injury, watching the skin mend slowly, "It's going to be hungry."<br/><br/>Despite being fairly certain that ya'll was singular, Islwyn also assumed the human girl couldn't run down a vampire if that was required. So he gave Neo a salute with a rather mischievous attitude. Endlessly amusing humans were. He rather did hope it would try something, except for the fact that vampire dust was so unsatisfying. Even if demons tasted disgusting, they at least made better toys. Pity the fire was out.<br/><br/>At the vampire's comment Islwyn laughed, "I said it. Human's toy. You chose it." The man had offered to throw the vampire on the fire after all. "Now. This is not right." Islwyn stepped closer to Andy, smiled at her, full of charm. Despite his ferocity and evident strength, he was actually only a few inches taller than his sister, small if he had been a human man. Like his sister, there was beautiful fragility in his bone structure. He had not changed his glamour to suit Neo, and still looked like he'd stepped from the stage at a punk rock concert, the Mohawk adding height. "I am called Islwyn." He held out a hand, palm up, his expression somehow more of a dare than a greeting.<br/><br/>Andy would have seen how Aderyn had licked the knife, how they seemed to want to touch things. When they moved, fingers trailed on surfaces. When Aderyn cast her spells they had been upon physical objects except for the one bolt of pure energy, and all that seemed to involve her movement rather than spoken words. There was something about them and physical aspects. So she might realize that the hand he held to her with such an<span style="font-style: italic">'I dare you'</span>glance may mean more than a handshake. Not that his hand was at the right angle for a handshake either. It was more as if, like the bow, his greeting was not from this century.