The Ripper situation had passed leaving the Ringmaster no longer worrying over it. Were he the fidgeting type he might have ideally played with a pen out of his feeling that this was an unnecessary conversation. The effect in the dark witch such a strange thing to see while simultaneously watching the whispers of her deepest secrets through thorned cages.
Blue eyes finally turned toward the moving body of the young witch. Settling first on her face before inching down her form and the movement of the chains over her skin. Raising his gaze once more to her face, he tilted his head to the side.
"It is something you will have to come to understand and ignore. Immortality is so tempting to the human soul and yet most considered such are not. Still, they all must come to terms with the mortality of their companions."