“Uh huh,” Izzy drawled dubiously at his too-quick response. She cast him a sideways look, her head tilting slightly toward her knees. “For an ancient, all-powerful vampire, you could [i]really[/i] do with working on your lying skills.” Her lips tugged upward in an amused half-smile.
	She shifted her gaze once more out to the scene beyond the rooftop as Cerasus spoke.
	“Dull? But, the world’s always changing. There’s always something new to see, and so much of it out there. See something one year, and it might be completely different the next. Well, other than here, anyway.”
	Izzy groaned at being called 'my servant.'
	“Would you [i]please[/i] stop calling me that!” she moaned toward the sky, the request emboldened by his current amicableness. “Call me ‘Helga’ for all I care. Just not... [i]that.[/i]” She exhaled through her nose, then sighed. She cast him a curious glance as his last statement registered. “Well. 'The Hot-Blooded, Cold-Blooded, Iron-Blooded Vampire' is just a little too long,” she finished lightly.