Vazken could hardly concentrate on his story, he was so distracted by the sensational feel of the woman's energy. She was beautiful to be sure, but her physical features paled before the immensity of her aura. He could taste it, he could smell it.<br/><br/>"It was almost two days ago." He said, feigning weakness from exposure. "We were accosted by imposter merchants traveling on the road. When I realized they were going to kill us for our horses, I tried to escape down a wooded hillside."<br/><br/>He gently laid Lili down where the so called healer had indicated. Touching her face, and showing a hunger that only Lili could see before returning to his weary worry.<br/><br/>"But we fell, and my wife...she's carrying our child. There was so little water, no food, and running for our lives. We thought we heard the imposters behind us."<br/><br/>He turned to face the woman, asking her name.<br/><br/>"Thank you for letting us in. It was so very brave and kind of you."<br/><br/>He gave a smile, his actual smile. Not weak, not thankful. It was a coy, triumphant smile. "After all..."<br/><br/>Celia would feel her entire body grow weightless before she found herself flying toward Vazken. She flew right into his hand by her neck. It wasn't an impact really, he didn't even need to squeeze. She remained afloat while he merely gripped her to keep her where she was. His grip, while not squeezing her neck hard, was implacable.<br/><br/>"...imposters are everywhere."<br/><br/>Celia's reactions to all this didn't diminish her delectibility. It made it flare, and for a moment he was almost transfixed. "What are you?"<br/>