[ He too, feels something of a magnetic pull, and even now, he hates himself for it. He hates it because it brings back vivid memories of how he'd wanted her back then, and how he would have been willing to give his own life for her survival. To do anything she'd ask. Such a level of servitude was reserved for one person and one person only, and to even feel an inkling of those feelings return felt like a betrayal.

Now, however, the urges that pull and tug at him are purely human, born of no deeper emotion, and while it causes him to reminisce of that time, he can at least accept these simple urges for what they are.

It has been a while, admittedly, since he's indulged in such base desires, but the excitement that courses through his veins as she draws closer the trails her touch lower and lower, is not unlike the rush of facing a worthy opponent. ]

To embrace the idea of having sex with a stranger, with no trace of hesitation. You interest me for so many reasons.

[ Reasons that aren't just carnal-- it's that fearlessness that draws him in further, perhaps even moreso than the thought of her soft body pressed against his own.

Which, by the way, is an indulgence he'll give into now, the hardness of his cock pressing against her inner thigh as he traps her. Before he makes any further moves, however, he studies her for one last moment. ]

I take it you aren't the gentle and loving kind.