She watched his expressions as they willed her to bite her tongue, not wishing to spill further truths about the world she was exiled from. For a long time she had stood tall, ranking high over others as her status in wars gained her power. Roan hadn't asked what type of angel she was, as many assumed them to be guardians and watchers of humanity. There were those who had simple tasks within their own society, but she was one who flew with sword and armor. Warriors always crashed the hardest.<br/><br/>Remaining still as he took his place on top the table, her gaze swallowed him like an entranced lover. She couldn't ignore what she felt, how she never failed to adore his dramatic flair. Mention of the mortal world that she resided in made her body stiffen, but her mind had already decided long ago that it wasn't so bad. It was a new experience, to dive into material pleasures that all humans did. But that too never hooked long with her, with many of her belongings rarely used and instead forgotten.<br/><br/>Head tilting to the pressure of his hold, Iris accepted the kiss as his tongue held more flavor than her own. The angel was unsure if she favored the taste, but the affection along was enough to flutter her heart. Time was counting down the seconds until he'd hurt her again, she knew this, but somehow she couldn't run. A small breath inhale through her nostrils once his lips retreated, leaving behind a dizziness that only her pulse understood. "No fallen has ever been allowed to return," She took a step back, but the tug on her shirt kept her from wandering further.