It was hard to believe that such a gentle soul had spawned from the pairing of a rogue Goddess lost from her realm and the first of the Vampires, the madness of eons of loneliness just now bearable upon him. Iahmes did his best to comfort any of his siblings who needed him, and as of late, it seemed Malkov needed him most. They were not close but had an understanding for one another. Malkov wished nothing more than for his madness soothed and in his own way supported the idea of redemption for their bloodline.
A soft sigh as Iah shook his head a bit, turning his gaze back out to the ocean. "I don't know what to think of it, Achilles. I... In a normal family it wouldn't happen. But... It's hard. To seek someone who understands you. Lasombra and Nas'minei are just... Well. They work. Understand each other. Love is a hard thing to find, I hear. I would imagine you would cling to it once found."
With his touch pushed away he moved to sit, legs dangling from the balcony as he pressed his forehead lightly to the cool wood. Achilles was warm - he felt the heat radiating off of him and hadn't even realized until now how warm it had made his own skin. "I don't think so. I love all my siblings, Achilles. But not as deeply as a physical relationship, no." It was a rather curt answer. How would he really feel about it? ...It would be nice, to have someone close. No matter who they were.