Cyrus was a little surprised to see his lover still there. Making breakfast, no less. He put his joint out on the counter, deciding to save it for later since it was inconveniencing Demitriy. He sat down, looking at his food. His stomach growled, every fiber of his being begging him to chow down. He looked up and smiled at Wrath. "You do breakfast now?" He took a bite. It was actually really good.<br/><br/>"A wonderful meal, darling. Just as I expected." He chowed down since he had the munchies pretty bad. "So, it occurs to me that we haven't caught up yet." Cyrus smiled mischievously. He was curious as to how Wrath had been spending the past three centuries. "So, my dear Wrath, how have you been spending these past three hundred years. Surely you've got many exciting stories to tell." Cyrus popped another piece of bacon into his mouth. "Myself, my new life hasn't been as exciting as my old one. I've basically spent my time destitute."<br/><br/>He chuckled. "That is, until I discovered my appealing appearance and aptitude for sex. Became a porn star. And a whore. Life's going well enough for now. I've got money enough to get by, and some... other folks to lean on if I need money or a place to stay." He chuckled. "But look at me, going on about myself. I asked<span style="font-style: italic">you</span>the question."