As Demitriy moved to sit at the bar, Cyrus would find his eyes drawn to him. He looked different, but his black heart told him who this was. In another life, another time, they were lovers. If there was one person Cyrus would have been monogamous for, it would have been him. Was he in love? Hard to say. He had felt nothing but lust for so long that it was difficult for him to tell the difference. Every fiber of his being screamed,<span style="font-style: italic">"GO TO HIM!"</span><br/><br/>"Excuse me, love." Cyrus moved out of his seat and sat next to Demitriy. "Good evening." He said.<span style="font-style: italic">What!? "Good evening"!? You haven't seen him in 300 years and THAT'S what you say to him!?</span>Cyrus cleared his throat, calming himself down. He wasn't even completely sure that was him. "Pardon me, but I feel like I know you from somewhere."