Theo hadn't notice the absence in her eyes when he'd led her. He was only trying not to be a villain too, even though Engel had put beautiful villain dreams into his head. It made him feel important when a prominent member of the Bremmington house would follow him into the less than humble room he'd been given. He should have seen her spreading dismay as he spoke, but he only went on, anyway. Perhaps if he'd had more life experiences, he could have been of use to her, at least for comfort, as though anyone could have shielded her from the memories of being taken, pierced, again and again, in a place where she should have  been loved.<br/><br/>Instead, he'd been instrumental to her last torment, his eyes alone the reason why her humiliation had been amplified. He felt that, somewhere within his naive, and held the weight with his heart. And if he dared to repress it, like the would-be innocent are want to do, it was clear in her stare, when she discovered that he'd drawn near to her in this little space. He gasped when she shattered, and tried to hold her together. Perhaps tears at something else is the best forgiveness - you have not wronged me more than someone else. It didn't ease his mood much, as he held on to the girl he'd become smitten with.<br/><br/>He kept them upright for a while, squeezing her to him. He didn't want her tears, even though they were beautiful. Her hot breath on his shirt and the fact that she felt so vulnerable was salt on wounds Engel had opened. This was a good beginning of a bad thing for the boy. He stroked her hair and rocked her, like his mother had, when he'd felt frightened for his own future. Theo even placed a kiss on her head to soothe her, because he'd greatly appreciated such attention. Her scalp was hot with distress through her hair on his lips.<br/><br/>"I'm so sorry, Lyra." he said and stroked her back. His heart was sullen, too, but he couldn't entirely be with her in her mourning of her pride, not when he'd enjoyed it. He could still remember the heat radiating between Engels fingers when he'd kissed the prince's knuckle, so close to her glistening folds. Theo's wandering hands slid down the low of her back, looking for other pressure points than the ones that would make her happier.<br/><br/>"I-I'm sorry." he said again as he leaned back, torn by the goodness that she'd relied on, and the delicious darkness that Engel had invented in him. Even here, in this room, the Geslack snake was coiling around her. Green eyes had all kinds of intentions written in them. He smiled distantly, madly as he stroked her cheek. Her tears were pretty, weren't they? She'd let the patriarch elicit such sweet surrender from her cunt. She'd licked her blood off Engel's limb in the garden. She would be more than willing to give her devoted Theodore some adoration, too.<br/><br/>He parted his lips and held on to her hair, and tried to eat her mouth forcefully.