Samuel wasn't all that far away when she'd gone to find someone else.  He'd paused at where the soul removal had occurred.  Bending down, he'd let a finger stir slightly in the bloody dust, bringing it up to smell it.  Oh she would be a useful little familiar, wouldn't she?  A bit messy, perhaps, at times.  But messy could be good.  Those who stared at him amongst the mundanes thought he was odd.  Those within the Night Parade knew what he was.  A creature of magic, not quite like they were, but still something unknown.<br/><br/>A clenched hand as he focused his sorcerous will, closing his eyes as he did so for a brief moment.  Even without the visible world around him he could sense, nearly see, the magic that existed within this place.  And he'd touched the physical remnants of a being that had held a soul.  Not a lasso, she'd resist.  Perhaps something more subtle.  A...lure.<br/><br/>Casting out the sorcerous will, it wasn't a harsh magic that he wrought.  That wouldn't do for a creature such as she.  No, his magic would be something enticing.  Letting her know what was trying to draw her.  A spellcaster, a Warlock in particular, one who dabbled in the darker sides of magic.  Perhaps that would be enough to draw her to him willingly as opposed to struggling.  While the magic did its work, his eyes opened once more and he stayed where he was, in the midst of her last kill.  Patiently awaiting her arrival.