His hands communicated a softness that his words lacked. If actions spoke louder than words, than why didn't she feel more comforted by the tenderness of his fingers? Lane was still upset with him, but she was almost rather drained from the stupid attempt to show him just how valuable she was. Inwardly she scolded herself, because her stubborn nature was going to get her killed eventually. She should have taken the day, prepared the right ingredients and torn the veil between worlds in a way that was not so taxing on her body. Adella's memories had perhaps emboldened her, but Lane knew they would also likely entrap her if she was not careful.<br/><br/>"I'm going to need a minute before I summon your ex-girlfriend." She said, thought it was not a denial. "And I'd prefer if our dates didn't include demons. Since you're planning at least two of them in advance." It was strange that the night before all she had really wanted to hear was that he planned on continuing this beyond their night of passion. Now she wanted a bit more. Some of his scars were shown in the memories that now floated through her mind, but it wasn't enough to feel like she actually knew him. It was still just Adella knowing a version of him, a much younger version.<br/><br/>"Let me get my bearings again, though, and we can talk about a plan for the fire in your loins." Lane took in a deep breath and tried to steady herself. She would have to watch herself in the future, pushing it with this woman he spoke of was not likely to end well. She looked down at him, her gaze narrowing a moment. "This is kind of fucked up, you know that right?" Any delusions she had harbored about a normal whirlwind romance were now gone. They had been replaced by the stark reality of the fact that all of this was fairly insane. Her connection to her ancestor, the fact that he slept with said ancestor, and managed to find her again to help him.<br/><br/>"And I think you owe me an apology. I'm not sure which part it's for yet, but I think it's in there somewhere." She had been bad about calling past boyfriends on their bullshit, and she got the feeling it was rather rare that anyone called James to the carpet. He was too charming and too confident. Most people would just breeze over his mistakes and take it in hand. She lifted tired eyes to look at him, her cheeks were a little more hollow and sunken than they had been moments before. She was sure she would be fine an hour from now, but she could not shake the bitterness that had bubbled up inside her after she drank the tea.