Oh, even Neese so vain and confident, frankly, full of himself, as he was, wouldn't say that his power or his knowledge was infinite. He was not all knowing or all seeing. He was not all powerful -- that said, compared to the normal mortals of the world, he might as well have been, in his opinion, and often theirs.
"Mmm..." Neese reacted openly to being touched, enjoying the slide of fingers against his flesh that in some places was more like the skin of mortals, and in others more like leaves or rough bark or sharp thorns and fragile twigs. He moved in the subtle ways that one feeling pleasure at another's touch did - leaning in slightly here, pulling back slightly there, but never actually increasing the distance between them, which at this point was basically only the barrier of the fabric that Lanfearys was wearing, sense Neese was dressed in not but a loin cloth.
He still held, in his hand, Lanfearys' hand which a moment ago he'd sampled the Starstrider's blood from. He moved his hand, so his fingers brushed against the leafy "mask" that covered the upper portion of his face, and then he sucked one of his fingers into his mouth before slowly drawing it out again.
At this point, face to face, bodies pressed together, and especial with Neese barely clothed, the fae's physical reaction to his attraction had likely become evident a long time ago. The fey lord took a step forward, pressing Lanfearys back, then another, toward one of the sofas in the room. He was accustomed to taking what he pleased, often, without asking, and thus he acted so, but there was always a catch - whenever he took something, whatever he took, he always gave something in return. Weather or not that turned out to be a good thing for the other being involved was often up for debate, but with Neese it was always an exchange, never a one-sided taking.