She found his emotions confusing... there was so much conflicting emotion within him that she couldn't seem to pin one down. These were emotions she didn't understand. She had never felt a pure sensation of.... well she suspected this was almost love... but that wasn't possible. HE didn't love her. He couldn't.<br/><br/>She watched his face when he turned, deciphering his expression. She never would have expected what happened next, never would have seen this coming. He knelt before her, kissed her hand, and asked her to give him an order... At the moment he kissed her hand, she felt a burn spread up her arm. It was strange, foreign. Something she'd never felt before. The fire spread like a well aimed lance, deep into her, where it burrowed, and remained. She blinked a few times, then looked at him once more.<br/><br/>She could only blink. She felt within him that he was resisting something... He was refusing to release an urge deep within him. There was something he wanted to do... or feel... or say.<br/><br/>She lifted her hand to press it to his cheek, and whispered in a tone she'd never used before, a tone of gentle, soothing care, "I want you... to stop refusing yourself. I want you to allow whatever it is you are wanting to do. Release yourself, my Thorn...."