Jasel looks at her. Wondering what she was thinking. He blinks and back up more when she flinched. And further when she tensed to the extreme. He wasn't sure why she seemed upset. What had he done this time? He couldn't win with her it seemed. He couldn't speak or move or even treat her like he would a human. Her expression read confusion and then she seemed irritated. So he withdrew into himself. Clearly falling back into being a priest not a person. It was safer. That way he couldn't get hurt. Couldn't get attached. And couldn't give someone love who would never return the emotions.<br/><br/>He looks at her. "I have never been with anyone. Dating or otherwise. Never felt a woman's touch. Never kissed a woman's lips. I have been raised into priesthood since I was ten years old. I've never even held hands with a girl aside from the hand holding required during confessionals." he says honestly. Biting his lip. And then shakes his head. "I mean...you have already decided to group me in with this situation. Because I am human...you have already decided I am beneath you. Or beneath liking. Or treating like an equal. I mean I know I'm not a demon but....I still want to be your friend. We both are in this whether we like it or not. Whether we understand the reasoning or not. I was told a reason but I do not believe it is the true or full reason." he says honestly. Looking at her. Sighing a bit. "This is the first time I have been given the freedom to be near a woman and it not be for confessionals." he says.<br/><br/>And turns his back to her. And walks over to the wall. Fingering his cross almost lovingly. Like at the moment it was his lifeline. And in a way...it was. He had feelings and he wanted to feel love. To be loved. He hated that would never happen now. Married to someone who could or wouldn't ever love him...right? "I will keep my hands to myself. I give my friends hugs. But I do not and will not lie. Nor do I know how. And I have never sinned honestly. But I do not believe to talk with you is a sin."<br/><br/>Manel looks at her. "Yes. Perhaps." he says. Reading again. Why didn't she get angry? What was wrong with her? Why the hell did he even care? This woman was affecting him...making him give a damn. He didn't want to give a damn. Yet he was...damn her! He gets up. Sitting next to her touching the chains and they vanish. "Don't you dare die on me. I know there is fire within you. Don't let it go out. I can not help how I am Sei. I want to not care. But I know for some fucked up reason...you are making me care." he strokes her hair. He was a bipolar bastard so what. You would be too if your father was Lucifer.<br/><br/>He looks at her. Pulling her into his lap. "Look. I am going to utter words I have never once said sincerely. But I am sincerely saying them now." he pauses and looks down at her. Waving his hand over her. She was dressed in a beautiful dress. Not at all slutty or whorish. "I am sorry. I was wrong for the way I have been acting. I was wrong for taking my anger out on my father...and ironicaly your mother...on you." he says softly. Touching her and a warm sensation would shoot through her. Healing her fully. Taking the wounds and bruises onto himself.<br/><br/>"I'm not a full demon...I'm a prince of hell. I'm a fucking bipolar bastard. Perhaps if I had medications I wouldn't be half as bad. What I am even more in the wrong for is trying to change you. It just frustrates me. You have a passionate fire that is buried in you...and you won't let it grow. I plan to kill that woman. The only good thing she has done...was give this world you." he then lays her back upon the bed. Walks over to his chair. "I have a temper I know I do. I will however work harder on not physically assulating or verbually putting you down. I do not wish to be like my parent or yours." he reads his book. "However I will need help to change enough for you to be slightly comfortable suffering this hell we are forced into together."