Sometimes he forgot how terribly easy it was to bend a mind to his own. How, when filled with the living blood of humans, he could shut them down to fear and worry and make them do what he wanted, see what he wanted them to see. This one, though, was no human. He knew that well. She looked like one, but then again, so did he.
He didn't move when she wiped blood from his cheek, watching her as she did it. Aidan didn't think she understood what it was that she was touching, or how intimate such an interaction could be.
"Hello." He replied, grinning. "Welcome to my playground."
"Oh, playground, I like that. Very good. You're so creative, I've always loved that about you." Bishop was leaning against a wall nearby, untouched by the blood dripping from it.
"I'm sure you would like to play with me." Aidan pushed into her mind, while ignoring his maker. "I would like to play with you as well. But I want to know some things about you first. You smell absolutely divine."