Will could see that she was freezing. When she picked up her pack and moved to the door, he felt a sudden urge to speak up and convince her to invite him in. He knew he could do it. She was meak enough that he had no doubt. He could be in and out before her father came home, then go on his way happy and sated just as he'd done not even a full day ago.<br/><br/>But he wasn't a monster. He had the urges of a monster, but he refused to let them control him. He kept a pleasant smile on his face despite the rising tide of need he felt. His head bowed to her politely, all the while maintaining his relaxed posture, leaning against the door frame.<br/><br/>"Sleep well, fair Aria," he would have kissed the back of her hand, if he trusted himself to touch her. Instead he just smiled, "Rest, and dream of pleasantries. I shall be here, awaiting your return, when you emerge into sunlight on the morning. Until then, adieu."<br/><br/>He knew he should walk away now, but he didn't. Instead, he stood still, waiting for her to go inside. He didn't want to be away from her, so he would wait until he had to.