"Consummation," Samuel said simply.  "We've shared blood.  It's time to share flesh and power."  Here, within his home, within wards he'd spent years crafting, a land that was imbued with his power bit by bit, he felt comfortable.  So he allowed the checks and balances that he had in place within himself to fall, to let her see exactly what type of warlock she'd be dealing with.  Power rippled out of him like a tidal wave, the countless sacrifices he's made, the dark powers he's trafficked with, giving him a strength that was well beyond most mortal ken.<br/><br/>"I felt it'd be best if I showed you what I possess here, within the safety of my wards.  I've released my power before amongst the mundanes, and let them get a sense of what I am.  It's always interesting."  Samuel smiled, making no gesture to move.  "Children cry.  Adults start to shake.  It's an enjoyment.  I may not be able to feed upon emotions like you can, but it's always nice to feel that fear."  Samuel made a come hither gesture, a beckoning with his hand.<br/><br/>"What say you, Lasciel?" Samuel asked.  "Am I more worthy now?"