When he spoke, she simply watched him. She normally would have delivered a soothing, seductive reassurance, but somehow found herself unable to form the deceptive words. She watched him as he braced himself, then allowed him to pull her to her feet.<br/><br/>She had learned much about him, but remained aware that there was still much about him that she didn't know. He was still a mystery to her. She was curious as to what it was he was wanting to do. She had felt the distaste in him when she had kissed him in the bar, but also remembered his kiss when he'd thought her unconscious. She couldn't decide what it was she was expecting him to do.<br/><br/>Whatever it was she'd expected, it wasn't this. She never would have expected to be touched so gently... to feel such genuine passion from a willing mortal. Sure, she'd been kissed. Oh boy had she been kissed. And so much more... but it had always been the same. She'd always had the effect on men which drove them to act like animals. They'd always kissed her as if trying to consume her... and in so doing, allowed her to instead consume their emotions. Now, it was the other way around.<br/><br/>He was still relatively in control of his thoughts, though she was providing a great deal of guidance to those thoughts. When he kissed her, it was because he wanted to. This  changed everything. Instead of her feeding off of him, she felt her power and influence draining into him slowly. It was a minimal amount that he absorbed... but noticeable. It would feel incredible to him, she was sure, but it was barely a trace to her. Were she able to think clearly in the moment, she would have pulled away. She should have. The energy he absorbed would only increase the effect of her influence. He would be stimulated ten times over what hew as feeling now. He would feel charged, energized, powerful... and needful.<br/><br/>His kiss was gentle and sweet, far more so than any she had ever received. She quickly lost track of her thoughts. For the first time in her very long existence, she lost herself in the kiss. This time, she was the one who was filled with a desire that she did not consciously call upon. This time, it was she who found herself slipping into a haze of desire. It was she who's mind was clouded.<br/><br/>When he pulled away, she gasped for breath and blinked at him with glazed eyes still burning with passion. Her fingers clutched in his clothing, holding him to her, and she was dimly surprised to find that during the course of the kiss, she had wrapped her arms around him, pressed her body to his, and snaked one leg around and behind him. She held this position for a moment while she struggled to reorder her thoughts, then slowly pulled away with a great effort.<br/><br/>Still panting heavily, she staggered a step away, eyes still locked on his, burning with passionate flames.