Her hips bucked just a bit when he grabbed her ass, he could likely still feel the way her muscles twitched, rocked with her recent orgasm. What he did next she did not expect. Soft touches, gentle lips. It was a far cry from most of what Lane had experienced.<br/><br/>What did she want? That was a complicated question, answered instantly by several parts of her brain all at once.<i>Sex.</i>Answers.<i>More Sex.</i>Ask more questions.<i>Shut up rational brain, we're trying to get us laid over here. </i>For a moment she didn't answer him, instead she focused on enjoying how tender he was being. How a lover truly should have been after such a session, which was odd considering the none of the serious boyfriends she had were ever quite this gentle or warm. Lane settled against him, and only pulled back when he made the comment about cutting out the source of the pain in his leg. She looked up at him eyes that seemed almost wounded, like he had harmed her intelligence a little with his response.<br/><br/>"Of course not, I'm surprised you even survived an attempt at that..." she replied. He wasn't wrong about Adella's book, there were several pages on demons and their various powers and pulls. A few sketches of indentations similar to his, done by hand by either Adella herself or perhaps the man now laying next to Lane. A demon's mark wasn't something to fuck with, not even for the magically inclined.<br/><br/>The blonde slid her arms off of him, just to remove her skirt and pull up the bed sheet around her body. A false need for modesty, though she wasn't really ashamed of what had happened between them or him seeing her nude form. In fact, Lane was a little worried just how comfortable she felt with him. It again brought to mind her ideas about reincarnation. Maybe her soul was at ease, even if her mind and heart were nowhere near as certain. That almost confirmed it for her, but it also made her a little uncomfortable, because she knew she was not Adella nor did she want to be. What person would want to be just an echo of someone they used to be? It was all a lot to take in.<br/><br/>Lane sucked in a slow breath and forced her mind to calm, sliding her arms back around James. It was time to be present and soak up the very enjoyable moment passing between them. She curled her head against his chest a little, and decided it was time to ask those questions.<br/><br/>"As for what I want..." she began. "You said you were dying and here to find the key to immortality, but it's not in my book. You've got an ex who I can only assume is literally a demon, and my book might have the means of vanquishing her, but she also doesn't seem to pay you much mind."<br/><br/>There probably was more, but her hazy mind struggled to put together the details.<br/><br/>"So did you really come here for the book? Or am I missing something?" Lane had not intended to end up in bed with him, but the attraction had been so immediate and everything seemed to flow to this outcome. He might be tired of her unending curiosity, but she was now down the rabbit hole and, like Alice, it was time to try and make some sense of it all. She knew it would likely be about as easy for her as it was for Alice, but Lane knew she was already letting what had happened between them, in the short time they had know each other, affect her heart and her judgment.<i>Damn savior complex.</i>