His legs continue to kick softly as he listens, like a young child listening to his mother why he should not go in the pond while still planning to do it anyways. His body relaxes a bit more as time passes and that fond look in his eyes returns as the vampire speaks. [i]'Perceptive, quick to pick up on things. I would hate for him to own a company I am trying to win over. He would run me through the ringer'[/i] He does not reply right away to the question of how to prove himself, the need to look to those oh so painful emotions causing his eyes to fall closed. He opens them moments later however as he is asked another question. 

A this one he bites his lip, unsure of how much to tell, but he can at least answer the first question now. “It took me some time to figure out the most powerful feeling inside me that I inherited from you. Seeing how much you hated me, it simply felt like more of the same at first. But. . .I now see that it is indeed no the hatred for me that caused most of the pain. . .” His head tilts to the side. “It is your self loathing. I can only imagine it comes from your belief that you have failed your people somehow. However, having never failed myself, I can not be entirely sure what such a failure would feel like.” He tilts his head to the other side and adds, “I am sure you also feel a bit humiliated by all this as well, though that I can understand a little better, again, I have never felt it, so I am not the best at recognizing it. . .” He knows Erik did not ask for that last part, but he really wishes to prove the truth of things as quickly as possible. 

Though bound now, he knows he's loosing blood slowly and he should have it dealt with properly before too long. He bits his lips gently, finally coming up with what he hopes will be a reasonable answer about the potion itself. “The potion. . .Has been changed and diluted over the years by human scientists, however the original form of the potion was made by magicals. This pure form I speak of means that this batch was made from the original recipe used long before the war turned it into a subjugation device.” He lets out a sigh, tucking his hand back in hopes of keeping the smell of his blood to a minimum while they speak. 

“A seventh dose of this potion, when used as it was intended, would leave each beings mind completely intact, the changes being made to them being welcome and for lack of a better word, beautiful.” He hangs his head slightly, offering up a slightly pleading smile. “I can't speak to the exact nature, but rest assured, no matter what happens to my mind in all of this, you will come out no worse for wear. Oh, and what you said before, about the risk to me, you are half right. Even if you destroy my mind, the plan to free the slaves will not fail. I do not need to be sane for it to work.” He smiles again, this time a touch of hope enters his gaze, a faint prayer that insanity will not be the case despite it having no baring on the major plan.