i lack much more than innocence

His eyes would rest on the oddity, and he was struck by the interesting look of her. It was as if he was staring into an inverse, a reflection of himself. The words she spoke confirmed that her thoughts were in the same place, drawing a smirk to his ivory jaws. He watched her as she sat down, his eyes following her movement, and his smirk would fade as she introduced herself, clearly the beauty intended to stay around, and she thought herself to be bad? "I promise you, poppet, you've never known someone as evil as I, my inverse adore." His eyes would trail appreciatively over her, and he would speak again, his baritone voice sultry. "A Queen? Should I bow, proclaim my fealty?" He would open with dry sarcasm, and spoke again, "I am Creedance Voltaire, love, the one and the only." His eyes strayed to the creature that was with her, and he licked his lips slowly, "Did you bring an offering to appease the dark god?"