Freezing - dead - one of the two. It always felt different when X was involved no matter how it hit. But it didn't work out right when you couldn't feel your heart pounding in time to the music. He had tried, once, to let his heart beat along with the drug but Connie had been severely disappointed and hadn't imbibed since.
Look at those eyes. Connie was almost instantly lost in them, picking out the differences besides the obvious pigment. And he was being touched - even without X, that was something he craved which made him press closer. The Confluence wanted every bit of touch - as much as he could wring from Cian before the other Malkavian felt it was too much.
"I'm glad to be remembered," he purred, lifting one hand to run the backs of his fingers along Cian's cheek. Making an impression was at the top of his list of things to do with new people - especially if it were a good one. Or a horrifying one. What kind of show was a very good question. Connie's eyes glazed over as he sought the memories. When he spoke again, it almost sounded like he had multiple voices all speaking at once. "Force them to like me, no force necessary, shame sometimes it's fun, catch me on a different day, curious, better to see, love a show."