Owner	Pose
Sinister	Well, well, well. Three days of 'cooking time' for this particular experiment to really kick off, even if experience has worked out so far and was vigorously annotated. Preparation for day three (which is today, shush) involved making sure that at least two humansworth of blood has been at least nicely warmed up and left in the locked room. A camera got set up, for observation and measurements were taken. The Undead is cooked through enough, if a little raw in the stomach department. Sinister had insisted that the clone be chained to the wall with titanium, so it... that is he... could reach the blood bags but could not rip through the door and gallavant off to cause terrific havoc anywhere else. Now watching the monitor on the other side of the door, he has the clone's brainscans up, which show less dormancy in the sympathetic nervous system, so there is now brain activity again. "I feel as if I am about to discover a whole lot of things that I probably will find uncomfortable and overwhelming all at once. Measurements are still on point though. Am I ready for this do you think?"
Lucifer	Where did they get two humansworth of blood over the course of three days? It's best not to ask such questions. Lucifer has, after all, been keeping a supply on hand for various people that walk into his club - being close to Sunnydale has given him a fair share of interesting clientele. Not to mention a certain Vampire Lord that comes calling every once in a while. No one was injured or murdered in the acquisition though, as he has legal channels where he can acquire such essence of life. Watching Sinister watch the monitors and for the camera feed and various scans and such is an interesting thing. He can't make heads or tails of it, but if it makes sense to the doctor that's the most important thing right? "It's probably a valid feeling... especially considering that's a part of you on the other side of the wall. It's all led up to this moment, but if you're having second guesses now..." He shifts up from behind, placing a hand on his beloved's shoulder. "I think you're ready. But it's all up to you in the end."
Sinister	Sinister looks over his shoulder and up from his work station, smiling thinly but present. "I suppose there's no better way to understand, than to experience. It is a very fundamental teacher..." He gestures at the monitors. "I am going to go and lie down. Keep an eye on these and when I seem... well... calmer, I suppose, feel free to come on in." He rises, kisses the devil simply but in that lingering contact that bespeaks warmth, brushing his cheek, before he heads to do as he said he would. That leaves the monitors. It takes a little bit, but then, there's a jerk of Sinister's head to the side on the screen and a jerk of the opposite shoulder. Abruptly, faster than he usually moves, he is up and straining against the chains. What occurs after is a sloppy, sloppy mess, but it's effective. That might have been why two person's worth was necessary. That first ravenous thirst is probably a bit all consuming and he has ended up being a bit of a spilly drinker. Calmness seems to occur once the chains are no longer being strained against and he's sat back in the manacles, on his heels and haunches like a tiger tied up. VERY red eyes look up at the cameras, one by one, then he waves a hand, head hanging afterwards.
Lucifer	There's something both surreal and terrifying at seeing someone ravenously go after the blood coffers. Then there's an added..something..knowing that this person is also your lover - in some weird sense. Cause it's also not. It's a clone. But... well it just gets a bit messy in the head if you think about it too hard. He watches the monitors as instructed, as the clone pulls on chains and sloppily drinks, then calms down while partaking the next? Or perhaps not. It's when he seems calmer, waves that hand, that Lucifer takes a breath and nods. "Welp. No time like the present..." So he enters the room, lighting up a cigarette soon as he does and watches the man on the other side for a lingering moment. Then he glances to the mess that's been made, and slowly begins to clean up a little bit. "Well, you surely made no slow work of feeding your hunger..." An off comment, a drag of smoke. "How do you feel?"
Sinister	"Still thirsty. A feeling I've not had in a very long time," Sinister replies, licking his fingers and wiping off his chin with the relative clean of said fingers. He looks down at himself and at the mess, his lip skinning back from teeth in mild disgust at the quaffage. That expression alone is far more feral than the debonaire scientist is prone to, on most days ending in Y. "That was intense. All consuming. I couldn't think of anything but how I needed to quench that thirst, even with holding control over myself, thanks to strength of will. It is /extraordinarily/ powerful." He checks his pulse, looks at his fingernails which are longer than they should be and sharply pointed. An ear twitches a little bit and he looks up at Lucifer, fixing on the spot just behind the devil's ear and then at his neck. "Good gracious that is strange. I can hear your heart. A soft... swishing sound lub-dub. It gets stronger if I concentrate on it."
Lucifer	Lucifer puts his cigarette out in a pool of blood that landed on one of the tables in this room which is reserved for...well a certain vampire specifically but nothing wrong with testing things. "From what I understand, that thirst will not go away. It will ebb and rise again, but never actually disappear.." He offers this and then watches Sinister still as he chooses to approach the man, giving a smirk as it's mentioned that Sinister can hear the Devil's heartbeat. "Mmn.. that is interesting indeed... I also think you can see the very veins of a person pulse with that beat. Pinpoint the best spot to..." He's closer now, just shy of an arms reach from Vampire Sinister. "...sink your teeth into..." Daring a step closer, and then another, before he leans in. Is the Devil taller? Or is the clone shorter? One may never know, but Lucifer is able to lean in and whisper in Sinister's ear..."I'm also of privy information that celestial blood is a very...*very* potent source of power..."
Sinister	Sinister's ear visibly elongates before the devil's eye. Or rather, before his lips as they're right there. Suuuuubtley pointed, as the blood in the system does the last of the job of making this neoNate /awakened/. "Oh, now," shifting his right arm forward, then his left, the heavy chains rattle as he leaaaaaaaans toward the source of heat and voice, nose coming closer to skin and nostrils flaring with it. His tongue darts out, wets his lip and that mouth remains hanging open just a little, fixation taken hold and making him exceptionally still. "Ow! Dammit..." that was rather sudden and his right hand lifts to his mouth, reaching for lips to feel where twin holes got impaled in the bottom one. They soon heal up, but the fangs remain. He played pretend before with growing his own, those ones he had very little choice in, it seems. "I imagine control over -those- comes with practice," very careful ennunciation, he stands up slowly, sniffing at the air. Can smell the cigarette's effect on the blood: Check. Can smell cologne on Lucifer: Definitely check. Can smell that which lies beneath: Oh, it might be imagination, but check. Is he taller? No. About the same height as. The real Sin is a bit protectivist about his stature. Again the chains rattle as he takes a step closer, as really, there's not much distance. "Teasing is -so- much fun, usually. I can only imagine follow-through is going to be immensely satisfying."
Lucifer	Lucifer notices the more subtle changes taking point as those final touches bring the vampire to fruition. It's an interesting thing to witness and at the same time he's keen on continuing his teasing simply because he can. The rattling of chains has him giving a grin, but when that sudden cry of pain comes he blinks. Though it's only a moment later that Sinister is sort of admitting that he bit himself because of his fangs and it takes everything inside Lucifer to not burst into laughter at the idea of such. Instead, he remains stoic as he can since that's the demeanor he took on while setting out to tease the vampire. Yes there is a significant scent the premates the air when blood burns and/or boils - which is what happens when it sizzles from the tip of a cigarette. Lucifer tilts his head upwards, perhaps in pride, or maybe in offering and a soft chuckle comes from him. "I'm surprised you haven't taken your chance... are we simply trying for self control? You don't have to on my account...." Then he begins to lower his head, and even takes a step back. "Or maybe you're not as thirsty as you thought you were. I understand. I can always come back and check on you later..."
Sinister	Oh, he's enjoying this way too much. Way, way too much. "No," FWOOSH, well, it's still faster than Sinister usually is, unless he's focusing. He can be quite quick when he chooses to be, but that was quicker still than that.     Dracula is all elegant nobleman. Much as Sinister might want to be such things, he isn't all of the time. Occasionally, like now, he is a thing of passion, control and possessiveness. Ever with the possessiveness -- to the end of the chain, he catches Lucifer's waist and pulls him forward and against, his body only vaguely warm, thanks to the blood, but otherwise rather room temperature. The other hand smears blood across the devil's cheek, scratches fingernails across the temple in a line of heat and grips into hair, to pull that head to the left; the cold strength is like a pair of constrictor snakes, all muscle and like a snake he strikes, biting deep, then after a moment of quivering... he latches. A moment passes of simple effusion of deliciousness into his mouth, then the zing of it takes hold. In the mind, there's a zest in the thoughts, like they just got turbocharged, then the mind just fills with light. Lux. A soft sound, like a rumbled throaty growl escapes him and transforms to a kind of purring noise.
Lucifer	It all happens quickly, too quickly for even Lucifer to really react. One moment he's walking away, the next he's pulled against Sinister's form. Feeling that blood smeared on his cheek just before he actually hisses as those nails scratch against his temple and then latch onto his hair. All he can do is hold on while feeling the sudden piercing of fangs into flesh to draw out his own life force, filling the vampire's mouth with it. A shiver runs through him, as the Devil just happens to be a bit of a massochist, and as Sinister takes his fill - and the power of the Celestial fills him, changes him a bit more - Lucifer grips against the man where he can. "E-easy love...you don't want to send me to hell whilst you're doing this experiment right?"
Sinister	Easy? This is easy. It could be so easy. It /would/ be so easy. <<No. Pull back. Stop.>> The thought is there, not really for Lucifer's sake but for his own. A voice in his own mind -commanding- himself and with a growl and a more possessive grip, there's fighting against the command, <<~I SAID NO~.>> No great sucks, no gushing, his tongue laps as the fangs pull out, licks. Licks again, a little whine escapes, then a long, covetous lick of that tongue over wound and up to ear. He doesn't let go though. "I..." <<...am not going to argue with myself. You obey me. I obey myself. We are not doing that.>>
Lucifer	As soon as the fangs retract from the bitten spot, the wound begins to heal. At least the Devil has that quality going for him. Another shiver runs through him as that tongue goes from neck to ear and then Lucifer is at least trying to pull his head back from it's craned position. "Mmn... well you are a thirsty one aren't you?" He chuckles and yet stays as he's held because he doesn't want to fight against the one holding him. A hand lifts up, fingers brushing against Sin's cheek, and he purrs a little while giving soothing strokes. "You ought listen to yourself... hmm? Come now...I do need to check on a few more things before we decide if you can be unshackled from the wall. You do wish for a bit more freedom of movement right?"
Sinister	"Yes. I do. But I also don't quite trust myself, obviously..." Sinister holds on quite a bit longer, but the titanic grip eases, eases more, loosens, finally relaxes and he lets go; eyes bloody red and glowing, fingernails sharp, fangs visible in the turn of his mouth and ears oh-so-faintly pointed. Predator chained. "You tasted good before. I suspect... two weeks is not long enough to gain a measure of control over the urge to feel that again and again and again." Each 'again' is punctuated by flaring lips and the flash of fangs. He looks at the devil beneath his brows, with fierce, mind-boggling intensity. "I think I can safely say that I should -never- risk becoming a vampire. I would be quite something else."
Lucifer	"I think that comes with the territory...not trusting yourself with something you've never experienced before. First time being what it is, you don't know what's going to happen at any given moment." Lucifer offers. Then he feels that hold ease, and ease, until it finally relaxes and loosens. He moves forward by a step or two and then turns to look Sinister over a bit, a little smirk tweaking the corners of his lips. "Probably not... but I'm sure there was a moment of swell within you now that you didn't feel before...shame that your clone doesn't have the genetic enhancement of me in it also...that...might be an interesting combination..." "If you say so. I wouldn't know and don't think I'm qualified to give an opinion one way or the other. If you think you shouldn't, then perhaps it's best not to. At least we know now eh? And hey... we have this until you've done all you can with learning from it."
Sinister	Sinister blinks. Just the once mind. Only once, then crouches down sudden on his haunches, looking at Lucifer's feet, then up at him... and down, down, down until he's looking kind of out of the door to freedom, arms going about his knees in the position. The chains rattle again. "There's a great deal I didn't feel before, that I do now. And quite few things that I /did/ feel before that I now do not. I'm going to have to catalogue all of that, for the records. And the enhanced senses." He closes eyes a few moments, then opens them to their usual red hue. "You should see what my neuroscans are saying. If I look as if the amigdala and medulla oblongata are showing lesser activity, I'm probably safe. I feel ... calmer." He holds up his hand, looks at the nails and the very white quicks and nailbeds, turns the hand out to admire them to a degree and folds them back to hugging his knees.     "How so, with the enhancement of you? I am not sure I follow? I think it's probably because my nerves are jangling and feel exceptionally zingy."
Lucifer	"Really? Now that is interesting..." Lucifer says as he watches Sinister for a moment. Just the way he moves with those very precise shifts of form. How the nose crinkles at every new scent he's picking up and the twitch of ears from all the sounds. Those are enhanced, Lucifer is sure of it. "We can make notes in the computer as well, and I can certainly go and look at the readings...however...I might need help deciphering them. I would hate to read them wrong..." And just because Sin feels calmer doesn't mean he IS calmer. "How so? Imagine. You have my DNA giving you wings, enhancing little bits of you..and then you have my blood giving you almost Celestial strength...I mean...maybe it's nothing much as opposed to what you've already given yourself genetically but when I think on it... it seems like it would just make you.... unstoppable."
Sinister	Sinister's head slowly tilts, the shape of his eyes showing where he's looking, if the angle didn't - straight up to that devastatingly handsome face. That self-same fierce, mind-boggling intensity, it hasn't faded. "I'm not altogether sure if you don't secretly hope that might happen, in a kind of dystopian up-yours to them." He flicks a glance upward to indicate who he means and whispers: "...Look what we have created. Isn't it terrific? It inspires terror. Doesn't it inspire awe? It is truly aweful." He laughs a little, then gestures to the screens outside of the room. The computer terminal, through the wall. "It's finished its analysis. I heard it whine down oh-so-slightly." Oh yes, heightened senses, indeed. He cracks his neck left and right. "You should see no red, or orange in the neuroscan topography. And no white flashes either. I should read as a nice, low-level green and blue, with a good deal more red and orange in the front of the brain. The cortex."
Lucifer	Lucifer lifts his shoulders in a casual shrug while his lips curl into a sly grin that he loves to wear. "I will neither confirm nor deny the accusation of such thoughts." He offers this and then grins even more at those whispered words. "We are going to be a terrible greatness unto this world when the time comes, my love. Just you wait and see...a force that none will be able to reckon with." There's a promise in his voice that simply FEELS like it's spoken as prophecy. "Alright. Let me go look at these scans then.." And he steps away, all the way across the room and through the wall to the other side. He looks at the scans, tilting his head, acting as if he knows precisely what he is doing. He doesn't. But he's also been told colors to look for. That helps.
Sinister	Sinister's frontal cortex, his 'thinking' brain is a vigorous kaleidoscope. Spikes of white all along the edges, gold, red, limned in blue. But the hind brain, the brainstem? It does look rather calmly blue-green. THere's also a percentage value shown beneath the neuroscan, which states sixteen percent. It fluctuates up to seventeen, then back to sixteen. A flare sends it up to twenty. <<Am I a nice calm green? Like a happy tree?>> Comes the soft thought, with a chuckle in mind. INside, the chains clank audibly as he looks almost directly at Lucifer through the cameras, where he's infront of the computer. That's a bit eerie, the accuracy. He waves a hand.
Lucifer	"If I'm wrong in reading all this, and the room goes to hell you're paying the cleaning bill..." Lucifer offers and then looks at the camera, actually giving a start when he sees Vampire Sin just waving at him. "Okay. I know creepy. I can do most creepy, but that's just... creepy." This said and then he laughs. "Though it'd make a hell of a sight for a haunted house or something." Then he returns to the room, looking Sinister up and down a moment. "Happy tree. The front was flashing white with some red and orange, and there was a percentage thingie that went from 16 to 17 back to 16 then up to 20..." He explains that much and then watches him more. "So, assess yourself, doctor. Should I release the chains?"
Sinister	There's a laugh from inside the room, at the creep-factor statement. When Lucifer returns, he tilts his head the other way. "Oh, did it? Now that's interesting..." Sinister muses on that, then taps his temple with a bloodied fingertip. "Probably when I used telepathy. We only actively use about ten percent of our brains at any given time. It's rare for it to go above a certain percentage of active neurons. I generally use somewhere between twelve and fifteen percent, most days, but I'm zingy." There's consideration, then he lifts both wrists, rattles the titanium cuffs. "Please Guv'nor, I ain't done nuffin' wrong." Double negative, on a negative statement.
Lucifer	"Oh I don't know about you doing nothing wrong, Mister Sinister, but I suppose we can't keep you on account of unknown charges.." Lucifer plays along, getting the keys for the chains and unlocking them from Vampire Sinister's wrists. "There we are. Freedom is yours." Going back to the notes on how people only use ten percent of their brains and the spikes were from him using telepathy, there's a nod. "I suppose that makes sense, all the bits about brain usage. Though I thought it was proven to be a sort of old wives tale and we actually use all of our brains..."
Sinister	"We do. It's more about how much we use at the same time. Not about the fact we've got a lot of grey just sitting there doing nothing. Energy taken and neural pathways coopted, we'd overheat our heads quite quickly if we used all of the brain all of the time." Sin chuckles as his wrists are released, rubbing where the cold metal sat and standing up again, to give a stretch that's all kinds of kink-undoing, though he seems rather more supple than usual. He looks down at himself again, at the dried, caked o-negative. "I need to wash." Gliding on past, on bare feet, he barely makes a sound, drifting the back of his knuckles down Lucifer's arm as he rounds the corner out of sight and over to the computer. Not washing apparently, as he looks over he scans and rewinds video and diagnostics. "Very interesting. Good for later analysis..." is murmured, then he moves on around the room sniffing here and there, listening to the wall, looking at the various items on the display shelves. Very like he's never smelled a smell, never seen with his own eyes, or listened to the world before this night.
Lucifer	Welcome to the Soundtrack of New York. There's likely people shouting, guns being fired, sirens of all kinds. Horns honking, and a variety of other sounds that normally can be shut out to a point, but for someone with advanced hearing..well. Then there's the fire Lucifer has going in the fireplace, the scent of alcohol from drinks served recently, the fresh scent of 'clean' from some one having showered. Not to mention Lucifer, himself, who follows in the vampire's wake as he looks at the computer diagnostics and then has a go around the apartment. "Color me curious as to what's going on in that brain of yours right now..."
Sinister	Sinister's nose lifts, turns about, in the air. The couch is sniffed, the wall is sniffed, slowly he ambles in a kind of miandering path -- one that Lucifer will possibly dimly recall he himself passed on, when going to the piano to gaze out at the city, moving back to the couch to do some paperwork, a spot of pacing, a drink had. And back around to the devil, with a wince at a siren a bit closer than he'd like. He looks up the devil again, to meeting the eyes. "You're everywhere. Which is a rather idiotic statement, I suppose, given that this is your penthouse on top of your club, but your presence, it really is... everywhere. I can smell where you were. It's a smell I happen to like a lot; that dusky sandlewoody you. Hair gel. Toothpaste that you like. The mouthwash. Monday cologne. The different brand of cigarette you tried several hours ago and decided you didn't like. The undercurrent of clean spring water and that hint of rotten eggs from the spring beneath. WHiskey. Spicy jalapeno tinges that have nothing to do with chili peppers." He sighs, shakes his head, rolls his gaze around the place and turns a slow circle. "I can usually heighten my senses. If I become something, I gain its abilities, as it would. I borrow animal qualities sometimes... you've seen it. But I never get it all at once, in such a degree. Eagles for example, have garbage senses of smell. WOlves don't see well at all. But I've got it all happening all at once and it's... quite... full of -you-."
Lucifer	"Well... I would apologize for the assault of me on your senses, but you seem to quite enjoy it. Given some more time and maybe we can go for a walk in the park and you can experience the city for all it's worth." Lucifer offers and then tilts his head a little, giving a chuckle. "Those are all very keen and specific observations as well. Quite fascinating indeed..." A finger lifts, however, and then points to him. "I know it's all caked and sticky blood, but you did mention you wanted to wash up. I'm sure you know where the shower is if you want, or depending on where the blood mostly is...sink right there in the kitchen." Then he takes a few steps closer to the vampire and grins. "Course...I could say some worse things that involve you being filled with me, but I'll keep it all clean for the moment."
Sinister	Sinister's eyes fix on Lucifer's again, flash white for a moment, then fade back to bloody red. He smiles, inhales hard and deep with his head tilted back, then VOOM -- the wind of his passage rustles hair and clothing and the sound of the shower pounding is swift and sudden. The humming is quite cheerful and out of character with the rest of this. He's gone about three or four minutes, before the sound of the shower switches off and the bathroom door's oh-so-slight creak can be heard. But he doesn't come back to the living room. If curiosity measures up, a little shift can see him standing looking over at the California King bed, where lies his sleeping self. "ANd then here's me," is whispered.
Lucifer	As Sinister VOOMS with more voom than a vooming Sinister has voomed before, Lucifer is almost left dumbfounded. Hearing the shower, then hearing it shut off, he actually chuckles. A moment or so longer spent waiting for a person who doesn't seem to come back. This leads Lucifer to indeed be curious and he walks towards the bathroom only to catch sight of Sinister standing there in the bedroom. Looking over himself. He tilts his head and takes a cautious step forward. "Aye. There is you. Kind of weird is it not? To be able to look at yourself, and with a thought, be in one body or the other..." He grins. "I'm almost envious."
Sinister	"ALmost? Oh, give in, you can get a vicarious hit from the deadly sin," Sinister replies, but there's a chuckle and a soft "Sorry about that. My focus is strange at the moment. I would like to take a walk with you. We'll have to assess how much I need to drink to keep my brain in the green. The scientific methodology, after the first overindulgence. Sights. Sounds. You. More you." He looks fondly for a moment, like the regular Sin, then stares at his slumbering self again. "I smell like old books, older money, irish linen and ... you. You're all over me. My bodywash is piney though. Obsession, by Lucifer Morningstar. Could be a hit." He sighs a bit, clicks his tongue and finally, his fangs retract all of a sudden and leave him giving a soft grunt of surprise. "I am the system. I do not exist, I am all of them and none of them, because I am Sinister. It's an odd existence. It's why I like being mostly in my self, with the background hum. They're all a little different though. This one included."
Lucifer	"You're trying to convince me to become self sustaning? That might take away he fun of me living up here.." Lucifer says this much and then gives a bit of a chuckle. "Well, maybe that might be so except I now have you and yous to keep me company and very very much satisfied. I might not even NEED to feed off the sins of those around me anymore." A thought seems to catch him then as his head tilts just so. "Mmn, that might not be much true either... I mean it is... sort of... I..." He can't lie. So it's likely a mixture of all those things put together. "Ha. Yeah. You're going to be taking in a lot of me. I have fingers in many pots, and I have influences all around this city. This state. This country. I've been... mmn... busy." Still, "Did you want to go on a walk now? Tonight? Or did you want to sort of mellow out into your mind a bit more and go later?"
Sinister	"Later. I want to run diagnostics on my awakening and at least have a second feeding under my belt, to figure out how much tops things off," that said matter of factly, Sinister smiles slightly. "Oh my puss-cat, you and I are so very different people, polar opposites in so many ways. And yet, we are so very much alike. That rabbit hole you just pointed me at, there's one right beside it equally as deep. I am everywhere. I /am/ a system." He giggles a bit for a moment, then quells, considering what was confessed there. One last look at his slumbering self and he steps aside, so he can't see the body any more. Can avoid -that- truth for a bit. "I would never convince you to not be yourself, Lucifer. It would be a travesty. I was only saying... sometimes you can get to a goal the direct way, too. If you're feeling it in a genuine and appreciable manner. I am sure you've fed off your own Lust along with mine, because they feed one another. Likewise with Pride. The exact same with Sloth and Avarice. We've done quite a lot of those in each other's company and you've seemed content every step of the way. It comes, it goes." His lips part and he concentrates, flexing his jaw and peeling his lips back; it has the effect he was desiring after a couple of tries and the fangs drop. He reaches up to feel them with a knuckle, examining the skin where a mark was excoriated. "Aah, that's how you do it," relaxing and they withdraw again, slower this time. "They say that the greatest trick you ever pulled on man, was convincing him you didn't exist, by being exactly who you are. So I wouldn't be surprised that I'll find you everywhere." He steps closer though, reaching sharp-nailed fingers to paint affection with the backs of knuckles on bone structure. "And right here. I think I'm going to enjoy this experiment. I think I'll be quite sad to terminate it in the end."
Lucifer	Lucifer gives a nod. "Ah yes. That's quite fair." Saying this in response to the fact that Sinister wants to do a few more tests and have a second feeding. "Mmn, I think I am different from everyone... but I also believe that's why you and I fit so well together. Even though we're polar opposites, we attract each other rather than deflect." He nods as well, and then listens to Sin further. There's a chuckle somewhere in all of that as he seems to also consider what was said. "You are right. I do feed off both of us when we're in the middle of many things. We have expelled the greatest of sins in so many ways and ... it is quite delicious each time it is done. In so many other ways..." A little smirk forms on his lips then before Sinister speaks more, and as he always does, the Devil listens. He works on these last thoughts backwards. "Is there any reason why you would have to terminate the experiment in the end? Isn't there some benefit you could have with a part of you such as this.." He motions. "Though, perhaps I am also being somewhat...selfish...cause what happened in the room earlier..." He shivers and then projects a thought that only Sinister is privy to.
Sinister	"Sadly, I am given two weeks and a little grace period by the one that turned this body, am I not? I feel, in my current state, with the experiences I've gleaned so far, that I would be very foolish to go back on a deal struck with Vlad Tepes. When the time is up, either I terminate this body, or he will." Sinister says this with a little rueful smile and a half-shrug. "And I feel turning another clone using this one, wouldn't sneak past him," -- though who knows. Lucifer might convince the Lord of Vampires to let this one slip and remain as a torpored shell for playtime. But that might cause some other jealousies to arise -- He twists his head a little, eyeing Lucifer with one eye more than the other at the little thought snuck by and makes a moue of his lips, reaching out to take one of the angel's hands, to bring to lips for a kiss on the knuckles and then to his heart, which doesn't beat.
Lucifer	"Ah. I must have missed that bit of information while it was being discussed..." Lucifer admits, though something like that would have been important to recall. He'll likely talk about it with Vlad, but at the same time, he knows that Vlad has a sort of thing about siring people. Likely only agreed *because* this was a clone that could be disposed of. Then his hand is taken, the knuckled kissed before the hand is placed over that non-beating heart. The words that fill his head from there have him giving a grin and then a lowering of his head. "Truth. Well spoken." He then looks to the Sin on the bed and then back to the Sin before him. "So...shall we go and run these other diagnostics and such? Make sure you're still maintaining and such?"
Sinister	Sinister inclines his head, smiling though at the fact he apparently 'nailed it'. And the concept remained intact, not coming out like a sloppy parody of itself, unlike some schlocky baking shows. "Indeed, so. Time, at least in this, is precious and of the essence. I would hate to waste any of it." A quick dart in has him kissing the Devil's temple, then he rubs hands together and leads the way, to take all kinds of measurements and whilst he's at it, a multitude of DNA samples. He'll preserve them in cryo-stasis or something, because you never know. The night will be long, productive and the dawn will have to be hidden from. But it should be worth it.
Lucifer	For so many things, time is something that could be forgotten, and therefore when a time limit actually exists... there becomes something *more* for the moments that might be shared in this experiment. That kiss to his temple has him smiling, and then he shifts to actually follow Sinister to help where he can in these measurements and samples that he wants to have for experimenting and gaining data from. Preservation is key too. So goes the night, and he's surely fine with hiding from the daylight hours with the promise to do it all over again. Definitely worth it.