Wayne scowled. 'You are still redeemable, Samuel. The likes of her aren't, and opting for the lesser evil doesn't mean we condone it,' he snarled, but he didn't stay to argue. It seemed to be a parting shot, after which he moved away, towards one side of the camp, while the twins, throwing very black looks Lasciel's way, went another way.<br/><br/>Lasciel herself was rather amused. 'They're taking it really seriously, if they wouldn't stay and argue,' she commented. 'You should be extra careful.' One hand was already pulling down the zip of her catsuit, all the way to the shadow of her crotch. She didn't slip out of it, merely left the sides hanging loose, exposing a strip of perfect skin, her breasts half-bursting out, but the nipples tantalisingly hidden just behind the edges of the flaps. Her scent, though, was intoxicating, even rising off that valley of bare skin.<br/><br/>With the other hand, she ran three nails down her body, her fingertips followed by little crimson lines and that added tang of blood in the air. The surge of power, though, was much stronger than any mundane sensory observation could detect. 'Feed,' she whispered huskily, 'and charge.'