Something in him settled into place when she gave him her trust. Like bone plates moving into formation on a scaled beast. She hadn't before, she'd been his emotional blind-spot because of nostalgia, but he realized now she was as viable for his games as anyone with such soft skin and untried heart. Of course she would. That was the draw of Haley, and that was what would draw her down, too. She was giving him permission to change her, and it gave him a crimson kind of calm.<br/><br/>The dark satisfaction that bloomed in him when she was disassembled by his words, that her beloved, clean boy might dislike her, loathe her, made him hard. Little girl, falling from the heights of her own romanticism. He sucked on his lower lip so he wouldn't make approving sounds. "Of course you don't." he agreed when she tried to will it no so. She was becoming uncertain of his proximity, but those were just some warnings he'd learned to circumvent. He'd loved and left many cautious first-timers.<br/><br/>He stroked her hair and nodded along, paternal, when she spilled her pleas and urged him to make her better for her idealized partner. Somewhere Cain was swimming in cool water, unknowing that something beautiful was taken away from him forever. Keida had a lash of retribution, then, when she again bolstered her love for the missing boy. Very well. It was a small price for the decadent malice he was about to embark on with the purest person he'd met.<br/><br/>"Yes. I'll help." he sealed. "But I'm warning you. The girls boys like aren't like you. They're brave and they know things. And they show things." he said and kissed her ontop of her head. It was sympathy. "So don't argue with me, okay?" sweet but with a sharper edge. "I'm a harsh teacher, but it's for your own sake." Important she be prepared, or at least thought she was. He tugged at the short sleeve of her dress. "Now, let's see what you think is good."<br/><br/>He moved back quite a bit, to let the kitchen emptiness rush in between them. It was a little sign she should be weary when her knees settled back. If he had been a little too tight to her before, the comparatively cold sun-warmed air might be slightly exposing now. She had enough room to get down, if she decided to, and he seemed more like a judge at this distance, arms folded and eyes focused, and always at such an impossible height advantage. His chin lifted to usher her on, like he'd said something that should have spurred her into action.<br/><br/>"Well?" he said, to create the image of his assumption, and thereby a thought of normalcy in the mischief. He sighed as though he was keeping that breath back, and then gestured a fanning hand toward her. "Please let me see what you're wearing under that dress, Haley. It's important, so I know what you think is attractive on a girl. Maybe you're completely right. But I think I'll have to do certain corrections." he smiled softly, but with a tired look, like his faith in her ability was waning.