As she got more and more out of sorts she was giving off all the wrong signs to keep her virtue in tact around such a being. Of course he was also resolving to leave her unsullied, or well maybe a small taste would not harm anyone. As she babbled he procured a snifter of brandy and poured her three fingers into a crystal glass and handed it to her as the thunder rumbled yet again. Thunder snow like they were now having was a particularly magical and mysterious kind of weather.<br/><br/>After she took the glass he motioned to a corner of her room where her things had been brought. Such seemingly magical feats were simple when one's servants were not exactly normal and they could be commanded and manipulated from afar. "It seems your things are already here. Would you like to prepare for your bath m'lady?" Of course he showed no sign of leaving her room even as she was possessed of many more lust born impulses. Thus was the nature of being in the mere presence of such a powerful being.<br/><br/>That was one of the main reasons her father and he had never met face to face. Perceval was well aware of the affect he had on mortals who were in his presence. It was a by product of his curse, a mouse knew when it was in the presence of a cat and mortals knew when they were in the presence of one of the bastard descendants of Caine. THe darker side of religon held so many characters that the church glossed over such as Lilith, Adams first wife. And those things that went bump in the night gave birth to children of sorts that were not entirely unpleasant because damnation was much more effective when it was so enticing.