Auguste was delighted by her whimper of pleasure but he continued to pull away from her until she stopped him from doing so. He looked into her eyes intently and waited to hear what she had to say. He chuckled lightly when she fumbled around with her words for a moment before she pressed her lips up against his own again. He kissed her back hungrily and passionately.<br/><br/>He pressed down against her once again and placed a hand gently upon her chest, fondling her breasts gently as he kissed her and ground his hips in against her own.  But then hesitation tore through him. What if they did this and he forgot it again? As he had seen from his brief flicking through his notes he had lost his memory many times over the past few years. And he didn't want to forget his first time with Tilda if she truly was as special to him as his notes had made it seem.<br/><br/>But would it be fair to her to take her like this when he wasn't really the person she loved? He was merely a shell of the man she knew. And she was so afraid of this Dark One that it seemed almost criminal. And yet she wanted to do it because of him. All for him. He raised his head so that he could gaze down into her eyes. She was beautiful even if she was supposed to be a lowly servant.<br/><br/>While gazing into her eyes he squeezed he breasts gently one at a time, fondling them. And still keeping his eyes on hers, he lowered his face and nuzzled it into her breasts, wishing there were no clothes between him and her warm flesh. But, he asked, "are you sure you want to do this now? I am suffering from amnesia so..."