She was thankful to see his temper lowered, yet at the same time it beckoned her to stay longer than reason allowed. The room she had given him was a place she ventured for company, to speak with Roan into the night as the hours passed slowly. It was those long nights combined with his presence that captivated her, and she couldn't help but to imagine what that night would bring if she were to remain.<br/><br/>The glass chilled her cheek, but she welcomed the sensation as it aided in calming any blush that would have grown. While the makeshift nightdress was probably not the best choice of clothing after what occurred in the hallway, Iris couldn't help but to take in the attention it created. She was beginning to crave it slowly, the feeling of his lips on hers had etched itself upon her in such a way that she couldn't ignore it. True she wanted to keep from offering herself so quickly, but he was burning holes into her mind while she attempted to keep herself stable.<br/><br/>A shiver laced her skin to the touch of his hand, making it nearly impossible for her to feel the pull of it. Had it been any other guy she would have stepped back, had not even been standing there, but this was Roan. Someone that she felt connected to in ways he was unaware, and trapped her so easily as if she were prey in her own home. His beckoning had worked, and her hand reached out to grab his before it could fully fall away.<br/><br/>"I've noticed," Her smirk returned, playful as usual while trying to ignore the scent of his room. The steps he took brought her further in, and she continued until close enough settled her eyes upon his own. Seconds idled in the air while she watched him, never seeming to be in a rush or hurry to flee back to the comfort of her room. Human lives were so short, time never gave enough for them to latch on to the hours that would only become memories. She made sure to grasp every moment, disconnected from such a fast paced world.<br/><br/>"Why do you want me to be afraid of you?" The teasing expression faded, once more showing a canvas that he couldn't read. Iris moved her free hand to cup his cheek before running it along the wave of his hair, attempting to soothe any lingering thoughts, "You try to act monstrous, but you're not."