killing Neron Launceleyn

Chuckling slightly at that, the Voice offered her newest creation a bemused smile. "They do indeed." She replied. "You are now so much more than ever you were before. Now all there is for you to do, is find that out for yourself." Offering her hand forward as if she might have expected him to take it and press a kiss to it, not unlike he might have done during his days as a duke, she instead rotated it so that her wrist was facing up. "One last thing before you leave..." Quite sure that his instincts would take over, she'd allow him all the time he needed to drink and experience all that it entailed. Though sexual gratification was not something that came from drinking from her, still the feeling of being entirely satisfied in every way was surely not something the Hailstorm was used to experiencing.