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Bastien That old celestial circus With teeth and fingernails I'll carve a place, you'll see. He nodded, pleased to have a possible companion for the lonely nights but understanding Lucas' desires. "Yes, we do need something...of a goal. Unattached from the fickle deities here. I have learnt my lesson there. The Voice is a wondrous Goddess, but I shall not do a thing without her asking me." Bastien wanted nothing less than a repeat of his experiences with Safrin. His own endeavours were to be his own from now on, dedicated to no one except himself and what he wanted; he just had to work out what it was he wanted. A...side effect of the church? Bastien tilted his head with a frown. "Well...if it was that room, I do not know why, friend. It was just stone and wood same as any house here. I do not think Safrin is in the habit of giving out erections." Or if she was, she had certainly never advertised that part of her abilities to him. "I wonder why everyone does not do this, though. True, there is a lack of...reaction, but the drinking, the possibility to upgrade our power, the romance of being a vampiro...ah! It is wonderful. I envy you appearing as one."