Felix's eyebrow remains arched as he considers everything that Caleb was telling him about this place and shakes his head. "Dio, that sounds like it would be an adjustment," he says after a long minute. He was curious about what role Caleb had but did it matter? He wasn't sure it did. "And sounds, as you put it, creepy. I am glad you found someone to contract with that made it better."

Having company made all the difference sometimes and that Caleb had someone there who could make him forget about the more horrible aspects of the place was better than the alternative.

"Sì, is it the power itself that's addicting or do you think the curse plays a part in the addiction for it? A sort of self-feeding loop... an ouroboros?" He pauses. "I ask because my family line is a little similar in some way. We have been blessed with powerful magic, much like yours, and for some, the power gets to them and causes them to severe their ties with this world. For the rare few, who have not let the madness creep too far in, we've managed to stay alive - finding ways to manage it. Once we've found a cure and if you want to find a way of controlling your magic without it controlling you, we can work on that." If he isn't fed up with Felix by then and returns to the States.

"Oh? Fascinating," he says and takes another sip from his glass. He could say in all his years, he hadn't gotten an intimate piercing - his nipples or his cock. But perhaps, one day, he'd have to try that.

"I'd love that," he says with a pleased smile. "Tomorrow I can take you to my tailor then. And we'll get started on your cure."