Custom-made was a word that seemed to fit the members of Madeleine's family that he had met, so it was only right that it would fit the idea of any child of hers. He imagined that Lila would want it to be the most wonderful thing it could be. He also imagined that Lila would want it to be a fire elemental. It gave him a momentary lift of amusement to think of it not being such just to get under her skin. "He could have turned it the other way and seen to it that the hippies learned to appreciate fire, though if he is anything like the daughter he turned out then I find it easier to imagine him turning them all to ash." Burning ran in the family after all. Which led his mind on the oddest of paths - if elementals were always born then did they all come from the same person? "I expect to see both of their faces on the news tomorrow, carrying on in this or that way and both acting affronted over what happened while one is pleased and everyone knows it while the other..." Zaviar did not know. How could a vampire of all things want there to be complete equality? Vampires fed on humans, it was rather like a human going vegetarian and supporting the rights of all cows, sheep and chickens. 'You need to sleep before you start thinking of more odd things.' Knight was not really one to talk, but Zaviar did not know every thought inside of his familiars had and he rather preferred it that way. "Marius is an incubus, Madeleine, he has that effect on all women. Your behavior is a direct result of his presence." Marius was exactly the sort of demon that Zaviar never wanted Madeleine to come across while she was not with him.
Or for her mother to come across ever.
"I never know what's going on inside of your head." Madeleine's mind was her own. Even when Antonin popped around and offered to share her thoughts, Zaviar did not want to hear it. Most of the time. If it would benefit him then yes, of course, he would listen. But he did not ask. Although... Zaviar believed as much as Althea and Knight that Madeleine would actually go and walk out the door just like that. "But good, neither would I." No, he had not needed to say that, yet he had anyway. It was a sort of concession that he offered to show that he was as glad to have her stay as she was to stay. Now hopefully neither of them would have to put up with Antonin and his remarks in the morning. The necromancer was remarkably tactless for being able to read people's minds.