Bartimaeus had never actually had the chance to stop and stare at his young master sleeping. He never thought the sight would interest him, and no, he wasn't staring in a blood thirsty hateful way, he was staring in an amazed way, a look of awe.

Here, in his room, with a messy bed head, and the young rays of the sun shining peacefully on the teen, Bartimaeus couldn't help but to be entranced by it, by the beauty and innocence of the young magician.

Slowly, Bartimaeus climbed onto the bed, his small size of Ptolomey going undetected. For a short moment, Nathaniel stirred, but other than that, remained still as Ptolomey climbed near him and unto his arms. He was surprised that his coldness hadn't woken the teen up, and was determined to make it stay that way.

Slowly, though, an arm made it's way around Bartimaeus' waist, pulling him closer to the magician. He didn't miss the smile that the boy put on in realization that he was no longer alone.

The sun, along with Nathaniels body heat, warmed Bartimaeus' cold essence, making him want to stay in this position for all eternity, but deep down inside, he knows the moment won't last forever.

As Bartimaeus watches John Mandrake pace around his bedroom, mummering angry words to himself, he wishes that things could just be the way the used to be, rather than the boy ruining his life because of those corrupted magicians.

It pained the djinn to see what had become of his innocent Nathaniel, and it pained him to know that Nathaniel didn't even exist anymore. This boy's alter ego had taken control, and now the djinn was forced to put up with whatever crap came flying from him, whether it be physical or mental.

Really, punishments like this never hurt Bartimaeus, infact, he was used to them. But, when he'd met Nathaniel, he'd given his heart to the boy he'd believed to be Nathaniel, but when Nathaniel died, Bartimaeus blind love never left. Everything about John Mandrake reminded him of Nathaniel, and he wanted to convince himself that this was Nathaniel. But they were two different beings, and whenever Nathaniel did present himself, it was short, but memorable.

That's why it hurt so much.