"Y-yes, I did." Maric said nervously, somewhat embarrassed that he had just blurted that out. "I wouldn't say that you belong to me though. Saying it like that just makes it sound like some sort of slavery, and the last thing that I'd want to do is put you in that situation. I mean, yes, I do care deeply about you and hope that we can keep up a good relationship because I do think that you're amazing and..."<br/>The paladin's ramblings were thankfully cut off by Nimue's sweet lips gently pressing against his. It was almost as if he was consuming an aphrodisiac, her lips like the ambrosia of the gods.<br/>To say the least, he was disappointed when she broke the intimate contact they had shared. His senses were still a little muddled as the kiss broke, so it took him a few moments to realize that the bells were ringing from the nearby church. Sadly, he looked away from the angel before him to look at the town, barely being able to see people running in fright from this distance. It took a moment to realize that Layla was still flying overhead, and that was most likely what was causing panic.<br/>Looking towards the church, Maric cursed his ill luck. They'd most likely be sending a letter to tell of his failure as they stood here.<br/>"Nimue, get back to the Tor." Maric said, his voice now completely serious. "Take Layla with you. I need to make sure that the church does not blow this out of proportions."