Armas was thinking of her the whole time. He was so deep in thought that the creek of the lantern hanging off the edge of a gnarled staff seemed to keep him from running to reality. "You made Fergis cry," she said stiffly, looking ahead.<br/><br/>"I always make her cry," he breathed, closing his eyes. "I cannot help that she openly pursues me, but she is much to young to be looking for a lover, let alone chasing me, who's old enough to be more than her father."<br/><br/>The woman snickered in response, " At least she's more willing than most witches. Some don't care to have incubi if the cost is no children. They just find human suitors."<br/><br/>"Leaving behind the nasty old cronies... Hence harems. Lovely, isn't it?" He said blandly, walking down to a little village not far from his home. Of vise the village was bare if life but two lit houses. " You know... You wear me out, doing this? I haven't really been feeding the last few days." He murmured, scrubbing a hand through his hair.<br/><br/>"I realize that and I'm sorry for it. I can't take life essence, no, but if I could I wouldn't make you pay me so harshly." She breathed, remembering the night before. All the little things Armas had requested that belonged to Anna, she had fetched but at the cost price of essence and a horrible amount. It had left Armas tired and weak. "Tonight is my treat. I can repay the extra I took." She explained, overlooking the village. "Arrobos returned and fed my magic well."<br/><br/>He frowned, nodding, " Of course," he answered, but in reality he had no expectation of her returning what he was surviving on."<br/><br/>She looked up at him, "I miss your smugness."<br/><br/>" What-?" He said, snapping from his daze.<br/><br/>She giggled, covering her mouth. " Come, I shall repay you well," she breathed, leading him down into the village. As the moon sprinkled light over the darkened village, it could not pierce the thick boards of her home as the two disappeared inside, together.<br/><br/>Morning came slowly and by the time the sun was a few hours from ten, Armas had definitely returned. Technically he had returned before dawn, however he had found his way inside the house, warm and groggy, but managed to drag himself to his room. He knew Anna was there, but he didn't care to warn her as he found his place in bed and curled an arm up on her pillow and over her head. The other hand was tucked under the pillow as he had drifted off into a deep sleep.<br/><br/>The morning rays burned his back, irritating him but he greenhouse to move. He hasn't get this good in a long time and he would savor every moment of it. If there was ever a day for him to feel his best, it was after refreshing nights like those, like last night. Sweet and warm, rough yet gentle intimacy in the night.