Relaxing

[That's godmodding, you can't just grab my throat.]
Judas held her hand before it could reach his throat, holding it gently with his metal hand, absorbing energy as he held on.
"Tsk, tsk."

He held on, draining energy at his leisure, then releasing her when he'd had a nice fill.
"Ah, that was refreshing. I feel like I could kill you twice."
He chuckled.
"Which I have the power to now that I took a bit of yours. It's much like a kiss, lover, except my metal hand is a rough mate."
He smiled coyly, his eyes still dead and cold.

Judas laughed.
"I was only kidding, though we have made a profound contact of body. I absorbed your energy, your very essence and soul! Not all of it, as I don't wish you death, but enough to render you a bit tired, and me much stronger."
He shrugged.
"My metal hand isn't only for appearance, you know. The old Judas would've set you aflame with a gesture, but I lost that power when I lost my arm, and this ability was added in by my family estate to compensate. Without my agreement, I must add, but it's proved to be amusing I must say."

Judas smiled.
"Well, despite your cliched angst, I did absorb your energy, the energy of your soul. Only the dead are without souls, even vampires have them. I had the sight before the accident, the sight to see everyone's soul, pulsing like a brilliant sun within them! And I had none. But now I see nothing like that any longer."
He smirked.
"And I find you amusing, does that mean you don't give a damn about yourself?"

Judas shrugged.
"I find you fascinating, and quite amusing, hardly boring. Your rage alone singles you out as not being boring."
He chuckled.
"Love the apathy though."