More absinthe would be excellent, yes. It wasn't quite as smooth as human souls, but it really was pleasant. In a green sort of way.

Blackheart took a moment to mull the whole thing over. Really, his contempt for humans grew every time he heard (beheld?) about such idiotic goings-on. Did the entire human race think that somehow they were better than beings such as himself? And the little pixie. Fairy. Whatever.

"I don't do curtains," he said, finally.