Altair was freaked out and in awe by her words. It was unusual it was something new and he wasn't used to it. She had this sort of look for it that he couldn't describe in his own words. So he searched back into the stories that his father told him but he still couldn't place the proper word yet. HE could understand her though and he figured the best way to increase his odds of escaping was to let her help. He started to calm down when her calm words washed over him over and over taking away the hostility he was feeling. He would have claimed it as some sort of magic or sorcery but it didn't feel weird. It was almost natural and he knew if he wanted to he could ignore her words. He was giving in voluntarily and his body lost all of its tension and he relaxed.<br/><br/>She needed to be able to touch him o heal him and he nodded even after she decided to touch him anyways. Her healing magic washed over him and he felt the warmth pulsating again and he relaxed. Then the words from the stories came to him instantly and his eyes grew wide. Beauty just like the stories said the soft flesh and the way her body curved in ways foreign to the male body. His other loose hand reached out hesitantly and cup the side of her face softly. "Beautiful." Finally realizing what he was doing he pulled his hand away quickly. Did he just say that? He always knew he wasn't drawn to the men of Adam. They just didn't do it for him and he always felt weird about it like he didn't belong. Only the feminine robots held the shape he found interesting but they were just that... robots. First chance he got he was going to bolt out of there.