Karas was delighted with her squeal when he landed on her, seeing the look in her eyes as he called her a mouse. Hearing her near shout he smirked in response before she did as he expected she would. Those legs came up, and he shifted between them bringing their flesh against each other's once more similar to the bath. Analee had started something and he wanted to finish it now as he kisses her. Yet something beyond his knowledge was happening as her body relaxed beneath him as if she passed out. That slow breath sounded nearly like defeat and he hovered over her as he found her in this new state. 'What the hell?' he thought as he rises onto hands and knees over her looking at what has happened to her.<br/><br/>Analee seemed rather void of body function, as if she went into a coma. "Anelee?" he asks curiously while waiting for her to snap out of it and react trying to scare him. Yet to his dismay nothing happened as she watched from above. Karas had no idea what the Angel had done let alone what was going on. Releasing one hand to playfully put his finger at her nostril as if tempting her to wake and wiggling it in a slight effort to get it up her nose but more so to make her react than to actually get the finger in there. Nothing, not even a flinch. Sighing Karas rose up releasing her other arm and looked across her robed figure before smirking.<br/><br/>"Well if your going to pass out, then I suppose you aren't going to complain if I get the bed to." he says with a smirk before slipping off the bed leaving her legs spread, her bareness for all to see yet he was the only one there to see her splendor but he did not even bother to peak. No she had went as lifeless as a fish, and he wasn't sure how to react to that except be protective. Even though he looked like he was up to mischief he stooped picking up the pillow and blanket before climbing back into bed with her. Pulling her up onto her side and laying her head on his chest as he lays back. Looking to be cuddled up quite nicely, draping her leg around his mid section beneath the blanket. In the end he wrapped one of his arms around her, and just lay there staring at the ceiling for a moment. If she was above then it would be like he was looking directly at her.<br/><br/>Remembering he left candles/lanterns lit he raised a arm and moved it over his head to block his eyes. At least he had locked the door. Light was the last thing on his mind, sexually frustrated he lay there with her against him eventually falling asleep if she did not stir. Though she would find he was a very light sleeper, should she move he would react by tightening his arm around her before looking to her. Eventually relaxing again as his eyes closed if she did not appear awake. There would be no escaping this protective hold, his heat being shared with her quite easily and he dared someone try to come with the intention to harm her or them.