Cerasus seemed unconcerned by Izzy's exclamations, as he turned his back on her to retreat further into the building. Still in eyeshot, he scrounged up a desk chair and lounged, crossing his legs aristocratically. "Small prices to pay," he retorted to Izzy, "To be the kings of night. You've only discovered your banes thus far, my servant. You have no idea how powerful you truly are."

She then questioned his appearance, which he was expecting, judging by the tired way he sighed and prepared himself to answer. "I can assure you I am far, [i]far[/i] older than thirty. The disparity between my true age and my physical form is so great that the difference between the one you saw and this one is negligible." He stretched out one of his arms, examining his small, childish hand with some interest as he continued, "My power is severely lacking at the moment. This was the most I could manage with the blood available to me, and even in this form I only retain my immortality. My other abilities are beyond me currently." He looked from his hand to Izzy, staring her coolly in the eye. "For this reason, I will have great use for you over the coming nights, my servant."