[Salone]

Lev registered the kick to his being as merely an acknowledgement, a footnote that it had happened, to be filed away in a dusty corner of his mind. He cackled a bit, the effects of his feasting still pouring over him. With a start he trotted to her, loping casually by her side. There was something different about him now. Something off. He tilted his head a bit, speaking with a voice like the offspring of both crude oil and sandpaper.

"And just where must we go, Ruebella?"

He fell back a bit, running the tips of his fingers down her arms, as if judging her skin, how fair it was. How enticing it looked to a man of his tastes. He leaned a bit lower, and smelled the ghost of what was once flowing blood from her arm. The smell caused him to shudder, whispering in her ear.

"It would be wise to satiate my hunger. I can be very useful to you, when I'm out of my box. Possess this moment while you can. I have an inkling of what you want, spawn. Maybe we can use each other."

He laughed softly, letting go of her as he picked up his pace.