He let her lips rest gently against his, unsure of what to make of the situation. Future generations of their kind? With the chance of even more generations after that? How many untold lives could be saved, how many would stem from such a singular event? Her aspirations were noble, even if they were selfish, centered upon her own wishes for a family. It was everything he was not. He wanted to care, he wanted to get his hopes up, but that way lead to disappointment. He pulled away from her lips, deciding it was better for her moral and conscience to be done with him. He had to end it now, and he knew exactly how to do it. He regret the after taste it would leave, but it was for the betterment of the two of them. He knew what to say.<br/><br/>"You done?" he said, tone neutral, as if the act meant nothing. His body language continued to be stiff, before he let go of her wrists, letting them hang on their own.