While some hosts were more favorable than others, Maddox had always been able to find a use for the bodies that he inhabited. He could make use of them, even when they offered him nothing. That was not the case when it came to the little Nephilim, to the halfblooded that he'd come across shortly after he had come to the city. No, she was a treasure trove of magic and power, with the ability to do something that he had never been able to. Which is precisely why he continued to access her body, to take what she had for himself and use it as he saw fit. That day happened to be because he'd needed to acquire something valuable to another, one that would ensure his pockets ran deep. "You're awake, good," he stated after he had come back into the common room, a bottle in his hand. "Don't worry, I didn't use you to kill anyone. This time," he grinned as he held the bottle out to her.