Her lips were succulent and the deviant desires of his heart surfaced.  On the other hand, he also wanted her in his arms, this tenderness. He had never felt it before; he wanted more. Her mind said he should not act less than a gentleman, at least - not at this initial stage.<br/><br/>He continued kissing her; every bit of the human's kisses actually made him envy being human. Sometimes, he even deceived himself. He ran his hands gently through her hair, and he began trying to enjoy the experience he was currently having.<br/><br/>Amora … was pure; she was morally pure and spiritually pure. Clean. Screwtape did not count on this purity and this cleanliness being a factor. Several times, he would think to himself he wanted to go past these feelings of love and just give in to avarice. But he stopped; he felt … he could not figure out what he felt. But, he heard a professor in demon school say once 'Moral outrage', and that is all he could identify right now.<br/><br/>He continued hugging her, enjoying her; his heart began experiencing what he had not experienced in the past:  love.  It was a warm rushing feeling that confused the pretend human/demon; while it felt good, it was against anything and everything he stood for when it came to being vile.<br/><br/>But this girl was proving to be too much for Screwtape; it was as if a piece of her morality was being absolved into his thick skull. He was hesitating; why was he hesitating? The power of the morph was being lost; he was going back to his ugly self. From Amora was glowing a pure white light; it was blinding to Screwtape. He did not want to see the light because he could see how ugly his own self was. For the first time in the world, Screwtape was asking himself a moral dilemma: why exactly did he want to rape this girl? Why did the mind meld react the way it did? Why was he retreating? Why was he such a bad demon?