Siix sighs, shaking his head. “Like moths to a flame…” he mutters, looking you up and down. He rises and walks down the staircase. “Halt! Who dares tarnish my presence?” he says dramatically. He stops before you, analyzing you. “Attractive… Hmm… Not as attractive as me, of course.” He circles you. “Forgive my earlier statement.” He stops close to your face, his finger tracing your lower eyelid. “Your eyes are mesmerizing.” He clears his throat, placing a hand on your back. “What’s the difference between a psychopath and a sociopath? Your answer?”