Each beat of their opposing magics echoed back to stronger powers than they were now in their bound forms. If only they could release on another to have their energies mix in a storm of chaos; a plague covering the land by the insult of their situation and the clash of their forces. Demons had their vices, Djinn had their flames. Kennet was neutral in his nature, but time bound made his flame burn brighter.
The search for something proper stopped. Though unnoticeable to most, the Djinn did appreciate beauty. His trailer was filled with intricate swirl patterns carved into the woods and glass. His long past a long line of toying with humans who thought he was a god. The ancient vampire now amongst their grounds had been one of those who served during that time to be useful and amusing. Kennet understood that the succubus chose forms that could turn many heads. His own form had been chosen to impress the nature of his authority as the Ringmaster.
The plucked buttons ended half way down before Kennet grabbed both of her wrists, the heat of his skin intensifying. "I am dressed, Naamah. Your form needs the clothing."