[Poggio]

The taste of copper filled his mouth as little drops of crimson trickled from his lips. The bastard bit his tongue. Niaz's eyes went from white to a dark shade of red as he glared at the boy. He stumbled backwards nearly falling into the darkness again. He narrowed his eyes looking at the boy like a wolf does its prey. “spurius” he muttered under his breath before regaining his composure, resisting the urge to lash out at the boy. Taking a deep breath he took a set on the edge of the tomb giving the boy some space.

Blinking slowly, Niaz's eyes returned back to their normal color once he reminded himself he needed the boy, mortals were starting to become rare for some reason. This one might be his last hope. His mouth, though naturally used to Latin, took its time forming the English it learned from the kiss. “Hello...” His voice held a little Indian from the way he said his vowels. “Hello?” Unsure, he said again testing the words to see if the boy understood. They didn't need to be repeated twice as the sound of his voice started to echo off the walls and would continue until the boy answered. If the boy looked frightened now, Niaz was sure to make things worse and could as long as the boy did not wake up.