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“I could share.” Cosette murmured with the slightest hint of a sly little grin touching that porcelain face; But it wasn't even a second later that her mischievous amusement vanished with mention of the Spanish. “You being are selfish, you know. You'll have your fun in time, just be be a good patient boy and let me have my fun for a while. Really, It's not that difficult, Creepy. And I get bored oh-so easily, You don't want me getting bored with you and simply changing my mind, Would you? ” The smile that had captured her lips was enough to betray the fact that Cosette very much believed she was in control, despite just how frightening Luther might be at times.

Instead if answering him in a courteous and promptly manner, Cosette inspected her nails. Already much too perfect, There wasn't a fault to be found along the french manicure; though she still managed to place more attention on her hands than Luther as he spoke, Seeking other options and victims and complaining about Lycan genes. It wasn't until the end of his sentence that her attention sparked back up; Those blue eyes flickering back to him. Maybe Cosette was too simple to decipher, But that was her one goal in pairing up with Luther. More power. She would no longer be dependent on others if she simply had that, and she assumed that by allying herself with Luther; She would eventually find a way to wrap her greedy little hands around it.
“No, I don't have any others in mind. I don't think it would be terribly difficult to find anyone though. I just need to go out and find someone, That's all.”Cosette said nothing more on the matter, intentionally leaving the discussion of power out of the conversation.

“Yes, I suppose I ought to get myself an apartment.” Cosette mumbled, distant and absent mindlessly running her fingers through the golden locks, Mentally calculating everything she would have to bring over and do. Exerting unneeded energy all because of Luther. Oh, the things she did for power. It was going to get her in so much trouble if things did at some point go wrong. However confident she was in her abilities, There was still the possibility.
“A place for you?” Her blue gaze flickered back to him, As if just then realizing he had said anything at all. “What, do you want some scary dark room at the back of the apartment smothered in shadows? I don't think it would very well match the decor of the rest of the apartment.” She mused with a hint of laughter touching her voice. Although she wasn't very agreeable to the extra room, Cosette didn't argue. She didn't feel she had much of a choice in the matter if she wanted their plans to flow smoothly. And he was right, They didn't want anyone escaping and running off to tattle to the Elders.
“Anything in particular you need in the room?” She sighed, defeated by the suggestion because it would just have to do. She had the feeling she was going to be dishing out quite a bit of time, effort and money in order for this to work.

Among Luther's ever growing list of demands, the talk of computers, machinery and all things new age swept right over Cosette's pretty blond head. What little she did know of technology was that it wasn't in the least bit cheap and it was going to require quite a bit of her money. She wasn't sure if she was more upset over Luther pilling the demands on her like some lowly secretary or the fact that he decided to simply take free reign of her spacious bank account and go on a shopping spree. Or most importantly, how she was forced to accommodate for Luther with his twisted experiments in an otherwise private, pristine and prefect would-be apartment. Her giddy excitement from only minutes earlier quickly fleeted, leaving her merely gloomy and irritated with the bothersome task ahead.

“Sound Proofing, Computers...Seriously now. I'll just hand you the money and you can do all the work. I don't have the patience for that. And chances are, I would probably get all the wrong things.” Cosette muttered, Her tone dull and flat. Clearly, She wasn't all too interested on the matter of decorating his room, a room that she had no fancy in having.
“I'll go out, But I'm not eating anything.” Cosette was already on her feet, out of the monstrous chair and nearly to the exit of Luther's torture chambers before the last word got. Either she had mindlessly forgot of Luther's fancy sense of travel, Or she had decided to completely disregard it, upset because it is hungering for those very abilities that had landed her in this fiasco.
“It's a bit odd though, Don't you think? So terribly loathing humans and you want to take part in their daily habits.” She added coolly, her small figure nearly out of sight.

“You don't always need to be so formal with me, Creepy. Since we are on such lovely terms, you might as well call me by my name.” Cosette muttered, pausing momentarily to glance over her shoulder and with pleasure to see that Luther was following close behind her. “We are partners in crime after all, It's a bit exciting. Maybe we should come up with codenames, That might make things a bit fun.” She murmured, A bit of laughter lighting her tone.
“My parent's marriage was a merging of two rather influential families from France and England. My little secret... is.” And she hesitated looking in his direction with a little smile, pulling a slender finger to her lips to call for secrecy. “I'm not entirely French. My father was, and I spent most of my time with him.” Some of her good humor was beginning to touch her demeanor once more, excited to have the subject turned back on her so she wouldn't have to try and wrap her century behind mind around talk of technology.
Cosette suddenly turned abruptly as if she had forgotten something, spinning sharp on her heel to face him and blocking the passage to the front door of his apartment. “You seriously need to do something about that..” Cosette waved her hands, theatrically gesturing at his person or more notably, All the blood coating his clothing. “I am not going out in public with you looking like that. Do something about it."

“I shouldn't have to come up with my own code name, Creepy. Seriously, Be creative.” Cosette might have laughed at his humor and dramatic display of false surprise, but she instead decided to pout over how she was going to have to come up with her own secret name. He just had to suck the fun out of everything, didn't he? Couldn't he just humor her, Make her happy? Cosette just stood there sulking and moping like a spoiled child for the whole duration of a minute before Luther pulled another one of his fancy tricks. Cosette's mouth just dropped open, all modesty abandoned, gawking at Luther's never ending array of abilities. Oh, She would really love having all that power.
“Well, Isn't that just that just the wonderful little talent. Probably saves a ton of time. Your abilities are a lovely time saver, you know.' Cosette said thoughtfully, embedding the fact to memory. It gave her pause, studying Luther with calculating blue eyes for a lingering moment as he slipped past her to the door. He may have all the power, but she had all the charm...How difficult would it be to simply charm her way to his throat, that blood, and quite possibly that power?
“So, Where are we going, Darlin'?” Cosette chimed in, planting that enchanting little smile back on her lips as she skipped ahead past him, pretending to lead the way.

She didn't let on, Or at least tried her damnest not too; That Luther had her full undivided attention when he began so casually speaking of power and how simple it seemed it was to obtain it from the void. There was the slightest change in composure, the thoughtful twitch of her slender fingers as her mind ran wild with the possibilities. She had once tried it before, Took old blood that contained power that didn't belong to her. Cosette's dreadful recurring headaches inability to contain and filter the thoughts and noises her delicate mind snatched up was the unfortunate a result. Instead of learning her lesson, She decided that more power would simply level it out and for that very reason, Cosette had to admit, It was awfully tempting. So terribly tempting, nearly enough to turn her around right then and demand to know exactly how she could have it. But she didn't. She kept on walking with her back to him leading the way, while carefully concealing that dreadful want for the power bubbling beneath her doll like figure.
“I don't want to be anything's little hand puppet.” She spoke quietly, Her steps small steps drawing to a pause as she turned those brilliant baby blue's on him. There was the slightest tilt of her head, looking as curious as a kitten. She turned then, doubling back on her previous steps and approaching him with an eerie swiftness. Without hesitation and upon ballerina tip toes, she wrapped her slender arms up to encircle his shoulders, drawing herself close and inhaling that lovely bloody scent of death that Luther would quiet possibly forever carry.
“Besides Dear Luther, I can simply use you to do everything I want. You certainly wouldn't object, Would you?” She whispered, So softly but yet so devastatingly compelling. She set those heavy blue eyes on him, peering up at him from below with a smile that matched her forged innocence too perfectly. “I don't feel like walking. Why don't you do some more of your fancy magic and get us there quickly?” It wasn't a question. A demand that was referenced with a luring little kiss upon his cheek.

When he called her Princes, A pleased smile blossomed, lighting up that round face; but what Luther had to say next caused her momentary glee to slip from her figure in the snap of a second. She took mental not of what he said, But didn't reply to the statement of potential danger. She could have guessed that Luther wasn't exactly..stable of mind.
“Yes, Central park. It's quiet there. And stop calling me Ma'am, Creepy. It makes me sound sooooo old.” Cosette complained, whinnying like a little child, mumbling on on how it wasn't a proper thing to call a young lady such as herself. As Luther slipped into the shadows, Cosette like a mouth tho a flame; Of course..followed him. It probably said a lot about her, padding along after a deranged and positively insane murderer. She was playing with the deadliest of fires, But in doing so; She might just get everything that her greedy little heart yearns for. That, or end up dead.