He seamlessly shifts over to sit on the sofa and his hand travels with him, brushing Hasibe's hair back to trace a forefinger up and down her neck. He knows it would be a bad idea to bite but the fact that he's been told he can't only intensifies things.

"I don't think the latter is going to be a problem any more," he says, coolly. He has a tendency to seem completely detached from his human persona or else pushed into a heated frenzy. So far he seems to be favouring one over the other. "As for the former... I've never really had a chance to explore."

Firmly but gently, he tilts her chin towards him. "Sex is a weapon. It leads to the thing I crave most and the two tend to become confused. I used to think it ruined things," and for a moment it looks as though he'll break into a slight laugh, "but I was fooling myself." Along with a lot of the other parts of his nature.

"I can't promise I won't hurt you, but unless you gave me a very, very good reason, I would never try to kill you. I just, I want you." His free hand grips at her thigh as if to demonstrate the intensity of his feelings. "Not for absolution, or any other reason I've ever --but I want you." It's not something he really knows how to explain.