<strong>The Dining Room</strong><br/><br/>There was a slight smile on Marco's face when he saw his boy enter the dining room. At this moment, it felt pleasant to have his company. There was nothing better than having a rival to spar with in a fencing match of wits, even if that rival was his progeny. Enzo had talent and a good head on his shoulders, something that many of his sons did not. Never once had he been forced to restrict Enzo's abilities.<br/><br/>"Enzo, it's good to see you, sit by my other side," Marco said, "This young lady, her name is Melody, Melody Fitzgibbon to be exact. Can you believe she was simply dumped on our shores in shackles. The state that humanity has sunken to in the past century is shameful. I've yet to attempt contacting her family as I'll need contact information. But for now she is ravishingly hungry and must eat."<br/><br/>It was the truth, but the truth with information left out could be deceptive. Marco loved to be deceptively truthful though was not against lying when needed.<br/><br/>Enzo would notice that Marco had not bothered to mark this girl. That in itself either meant she was an esteemed guest or a fresh slave up for grabs. Melody would begin to feel hungry as the contents of her stomach and her intestines dissipated to nothing, the extra material leaving her body through another plane of existence where it could be stored for transformations involving the creation of extra material. A surge of Ghrelin was released into her system. Melody would feel hungry, ravishingly hungry just as Marco had said. Her insides would be quivering and groaning with a maddening hunger of one who had fasted for days as her blood sugar levels dropped. Without further help from Marco, Melody would probably begin drooling at the scent of the food before them. Marco simply smiled toward Enzo.<br/><br/>"So Enzo, what do you think of Miss Fitzgibbon?" Marco asked casually between bites of veal. "What do you think you could improve about her situation."<br/><br/>Marco developed a sly smile and leaned back in his chair as if inviting his son to play a game in which Melody could only be an observer. He looked over Melody's features, undressing her with his eyes, but only using his imagination. At one time he could have accidentally rendered her nude, but he had the greatest degree of control with his powers so she would remained dressed as Marco explored her body in his mind. The power was excellent for seeing and feeling every aspect of a person's body from so many angles it was overwhelming.