He also placed many kisses on her cheek, occasionally brushing the hair out of her eyes.  He felt truly alive at this moment.  "What did I do to deserve you near me like this?  Aren't I a brute in my cursed self?  You don't have to stay around me you know."<br/><br/>Penelope, the woman who had approached Flynn earlier in the day, had her drawing tablet.  She peered in the hole Screwtape made in the room; with much intensity and precise skill, she sketched the drawing of Flynn, the human.  She just needed a quick glance.  She had a very precise image of the body of Flynn, and a very good image of Amora.  But getting the face, that would be the tricky part.  She just needed a glimpse, her photographic memory could do the rest.  His slightly muscular build still showed how young he looked.<br/><br/>Penelope banged on the wall once, a loud tap ... hoping the figure of Flynn would turn so she could get his face for her drawing.  Master Screwtape had promised special protection for her soon to be born baby, so she would do whatever he asked.  She quelled the voice in her head telling her she was doing something wrong.