[Mikhail Vashael]

Lapping up the water, Vashael touched the girl then quietly swam to the center of the pool, letting the steam and vapour rise up from his frame. He heard lingering splashes of laughter behind then turned to look upward into an absence of gaping dragons, demons, a stone whirlwind of mocking faces all staring down at him from their chiselled precipice. The ring of arrogant surety seemed to elude his stature and motion.

As the clouded air covered their court, Vashael turned and smiled beneath the near absence of light, the moist whites of his eyes opening larger then the Vagaran was used to.

"This is cordial.."

His voice echoed across the chamber as he took bath salts from the outstretched hand of a feral granite demoness. The waters once again lapped in mute appreciation as the courtesan seemed to come to him, attempting to soothe his silence with her plied and able touch. Oblivious, Mikhail's features hung forbidden while drops of condensation poured down his face and over empty sockets.

"I heard..." Another glass was pressed to his lips.

"I have heard a person's worth is not measured by his title or appearance..." Blinking, a side to the man's face seemed to crease in it's weight as if by some inner compulsion a particular word tarried to find release. "But by the virtue and scale of truer merits." He chose his syllables carefully. "Strength, Power... Guile. The ability to overcome obstacle and survive.. .. That is what I have heard."

Sinking his body to the shoulders under the comfort of warmth, the human looked hard and chiselled through the severe oppression of his absently violent gaze.
"As for your sisters, well they'd have to crawl on hands and knees to get my omission and I'd doubt any fatale of such stature would sullen ebony fingers on the weathered frame of an old surface dweller.." His features placated in mock pleasure as the man blinked into his reflection. The next sentence spoken from Mikhail's lips intonated distance of an old lover or to a lost friend, both pupils never leaving the pool below.

"Challenge me.. Give me some way to something that Man has rarely seen..." He looked up at the woman levied by the tax of age and wrinkle. Vashael swallowed, breathing out water quietly, tredding far into it's depths toward her. "I want to see the Telath from eyes as dark and wonderously unholy such as yours."