An enigmatic smile crossed the man's lips as she spoke her words and he raised his eyebrows almost teasingly at her statement.  Indeed, the circle was supposed to have held him and yet such things were not supposed to be true in the first place.  Was it real or a dream, it remained to be seen as he merely let her touch him, not pulling away in any fashion, rather enjoying the attention that she was paying to him.  It had been centuries since he'd been near a mortal being, felt their touch, heard their voice calling his name and he turned his head into the touch that had been placed upon him and gave a slow sensual kiss to the warm young flesh.  His eyes grew lambent, hungry at the feeling of skin against his lips, and he teasingly caught one finger with his tongue before straightening so that she could truly see him.  He wanted to impress and with that purpose he left nothing to the imagination as he raised his arms up and gave a slow languid stretch towards the ceiling.<br/><br/>Masculinity, machismo, sensuality.  They were but words that humanity used to define themselves, but the true definition was this creature before her.  Standing almost six feet in height he was sculpted of dark marble, the skin supple over the astonishingly pronounced musculature.  Arms rippled, his shoulders flexing as he straightened, the cut form adjusting as he moved.  It would be impossible to ignore the fact of his endowment, semi-hard and hanging heavily between his muscled thighs and his smile turned into a slow self indulgent smirk as he idly adjusted himself for her appraisal.  The hands slowly lowered to reach out to touch her, his voice mildly amused as he took her by the chin to guide her towards him in a slow come hither act.<br/><br/>"Oh," he murmured.  "Was it supposed to do that?  I didn't really pay attention, but if you want I can just go back and wait for you.  I would really hate to be a let down after you put in so much work."  His fingers continued that slow motion to guide her up towards him, moving himself closer to the bed so that she could pull herself against him if she allowed the teasing caress to continue to bring her forward.  His words continued regardless of what she did, his eyes intense as he asked the true questions that mattered.  "Maybe I am real, maybe I am not, but you have dreams and wishes that required fulfillment.  What does it matter if they are filled in your heart or in reality as long as they are true...as long as you feel satisfied."<br/><br/>That voice lilted on that word and he leaned down once more to brush his lips across her forehead, the feeling electrical as his skin met hers and he whispered.  "What is your command, Mistress?"