He opened his mouth to protest, but closed it. She was right. Maker only knew how long it would take for the Templars to mobilize--or, worse, the Inquisition. A part of him relished the idea of the righteous coming to punish the wicked--her, for her imagined crimes, and him, for his more real ones. It hit him all at once that he was standing there in civilian clothes with a wanted fugitive. Was he even still of the order? There had been rumors flying around as of late about dissolving the circle, dissolving the order, changing everything for the better--or the worse. Ellion didn't know where he stood on it all. Maybe in the end nobody would be sent. Maybe there just wouldn't be anyone to send.<br/><br/>He did as she instructed, laying his head in her lap, his eyes closing. "Just put me to sleep, if nothing else. I would love to just shut my head off and sleep without nightmares or even that much thought." Ellion waited a moment, and his eyes opened again, glancing up over her face. Whatever else he might have thought, Lana remained a lovely sort to gaze upon. He resisted the urge to touch her face or her arms, and instead he just let his eyes shut once more. "I, er... I apologize if... if kissing you was too abrupt," he said haltingly. "I... a memory struck me, and... I acted. Without thought. Clearly."