He watched her undress, leaning against the useless sink.  His eyes were hungry for her as was his mind.  He focused on her in that way, sending his will towards her.  Some of it was like extrasensory perception.  He could, in a way, feel the curves of her body, the play of her muscles as she got into the tub, even the beating of her heart.  In other ways, it was not like any sense at all - the play not of her skin and muscles, but her emotions, hints of her thoughts.  Then he pushed with his mind, trying to gain entrance, though not against her will.  Even at his worst, for some reason, he hesitated to mentally violate people - perhaps because the witches said that was a grave sin, and carried danger, though as ever they were not specific.<br/><br/>He undressed, the beginnings of his arousal on him, and slipped into the water beside her.  He did not hesitate to kiss her, deeply, one hand holding the edge of the tub, the other cupping one of her breasts as he came to rest beside her.  And still the insistent attempt to touch her mind, to touch her more deeply than with just his body....<br/><br/>He had done this kind of mental touch during sex before, but it had been too much for the other party to bear.  The tumult of senses that started to mix together, to form a loop, drove her away from him.  He wondered if it would be that way with Vara, but he suspected it would be different.  He hoped, anyway.