Pained eyes took in his image as she spoke, giving the truth without fully revealing what she was. She didn't need to, it was clear that Roan already knew the depth of her words. It was unclear how he would take it, to know that she was so much different than she had lead on. A creature fallen from light to grace the world of man, who latched on and couldn't bear to see him go. Her breathing had slowed with awareness of what could happen at that moment, it wouldn't be a surprise if he once again dominated his strength in order to break her body.<br/><br/>Iris however felt her shoulders relax to the touch of his hand, warm fluttering soared in her stomach while her fingers lifted for his warmth. Odd how she could grasp for the very thing that broke her neck, the emotions she held for him still showing past her fears. Her head nodded, a small bob to the question of her being lonely. Of course she was, there was no one else until he came along. She tried to fit into the world of society, but once he stepped into her life she found herself wanting to be apart of his.<br/><br/>She didn't fight it when he tugged her arm from it's place upon her breasts, the shirt still hung taters to frame her body. Dark blues remained on him as he ran his gaze along her form, exploring her in a new light than that of before. His touch made her tremble, taking in a soft gasp while her body reacted with new nerves tingling under his knuckles. Still she didn't push away, allowing his attention to take in details that would seem surreal. No human were perfect, all held their bodily scars and bruises. But she was a statue, carved perfectly with not even a birth mark to distort the clearness of her skin.<br/><br/><br/>"You're wrong," Her soft voice protested against his claims, feeling heaviness when seeing the threatening tears in his eyes, "I see them differently, but I still adore them.." She wanted to calm his thoughts, to explain the reasons of her hiding. It was only natural for a myth to hide behind stories. Tensing her body to the next words that came out in frustration, Iris felt a pang of worry but didn't object. There was no desire to fight at that time, not when she yearned for his closeness. She scooted back slowly before lowering her body, his scent once again reaching into the air as her head rested on a pillow. "I'm sorry.." Her voice carried yet might have not reached him in the state, not when his focus was directed to the heavenly creation on his bedding.