"That's for the best. If you'll forgive me being blunt? A few of them are at the edge of their jealousies out there, and risk losing it at times. The last thing they need is that sort of feeding." A grunt followed, but there was no element of judgment in her tone. It was a cold, calculated sort of viewpoint. Feeding through passion would cause issues in the long run in all likelihood. In that sense, she could see him as being as cursed by his nature as herself.

"In a way, our lives are simpler in that place, aren't they? Yours, and mine." She grunted. "So, paint me curious. What do you want most... that you're willing to share?"