Evangeline was, indeed, pretty unsure of herself. She had never been one to have anyone trying to please her. It had always been the other way around. Eva doing her best to keep everyone happy and content. And know, this... dream man, for lack of a better expression, wanted to please her. Shrugging it off, the girl came to the conclusion it was just a dream. Nothing would come from it, later, when she did wake up. This little idea - though not exactly accurate - was responsible for her conscience backing off and stopping the attempt on taking control.<br/><br/>When the chair appeared, Eva sat on Scorpio's lap, looking at him. She did notice - vaguely - that her shirt was fading away. The girl on the bed tossed and turned a little, still asleep. Her cheeks warmed up as she blushed, even in her sleep, at the question. Her heart started racing as she surrendered her lips to the Incubus, one of her hands caressing his neck gently as she closed her eyes. By accident or on purpose, his question remained unanswered.