Lane set the cloth down and turned, unsure what kind of expression she might have offered him. It was likely either sympathetic or scolding, but she could not really be sure. He had put himself in a dangerous situation, and though their time together had been short, she already knew it would be very painful if some misstep took him from her. Before she knew it, he had her up against him again, and the conversation had shifted back to her. Maybe that was just as well.<br/><br/>"I can still feel them, though it's different when they're...." She paused and her brow crinkled as she searched for the word. Invisible wasn't right, because it was not as if she could turn and swing the wings into someone. They were unseen and there but not there at the same time. "...When they're not corporeal."<br/><br/>She tried to hone in on the specific feeling, about to elaborate on the sensation when his hand slid along her hip and under her shirt and all semblance of concentration fluttered away like a first grade classroom releasing a bunch of butterflies. Perhaps it was the power or the vulnerable state he was in, or maybe it was all the memories she now had of Adella's body entangled with his, but the prospect of the bedroom was rather enticing. She was about to give into it fully, when the more reasonable side of her mind took hold again. At least, for the next moment or so.<br/><br/>"To talk." She repeated with a firm nod, her eyes opening again. His mouth and expression communicated that more than talking might occur, but the weariness within his eyes was what made her return the kiss he planted upon her lips. For the first time since he had injured himself, Lane let her guard down fully. Her arms slid around his neck and held him close, as her lips danced deeply back against his, drinking him in. In the back of her mind, some part of her still knew she would have to find a more even balance of power with him, a place where they could be on equal footing, but for now she let herself enjoy the moment.<br/><br/>When she pulled back, she moved so that she could slid one of her hands into his and led him into the bedroom. She settled into the bed and the thoughts about her wings came back to her.<br/><br/>"It's like a tingly sensation, but instead of being at the bottom of my spine, it's at the top. And it's...pleasurable. It feels good. It feels like...power." She tried to explain, stuttering through it more than she would have liked. "I think if you raise my ire again, and get me to direct it at a demon, your ex-girlfriend might be toast." Lane knew that he had not really dated the demon, or at least, that was what she believed she knew. His past was a strange thing, Lane had gleaned some knowledge from Adella's memories, but even those were strange and fuzzy.<br/><br/>Her eyes narrowed, but the expression she wore was more curious and concerned than judgmental.<br/><br/>"So why don't you come here? Lie next to me and tell me your story. It's only fair, really, since you seem to already know most of mine." She stared up at him, and for a moment, she felt like she caught another glimpse of him. The real him, not the facade he wore to keep the world away. Worn out but unwilling to give up. It was similar to the moment they had shared not long ago, when he admitted that he was going to fall in love with her. Lane thought that perhaps that was all it would ever be, streaks of light passing through curtains, revealing small bits of slightly altered truths.