His kind was screaming no by this time. Heat was drawing them close and the cold kept them closer. "We live and heal by taking what your church calls virtue, m'lady." He murmured.<br/><br/>His lips pressed together at that word and it lingered in the air as he neared the tender flesh of her nape before kissing it. " Will you allow me?" He asked, his body willing him forward. The thought of pushing her away was long left behind now.<br/><br/>Squeezing her more gently, but pulling them as close as comfort would allow, he wrapped his arm firmly around her stomach. His other arm stretched beneath his weary head as he pulled back the loose stands of hair to see her face... if even a small glimpse of a portion of it. Armas cleared his throat in that instance, his eyes opening and closing slowly. If he made his move now, he could have her.<br/><br/>By no means could be bewitch her tonight with his charm and allur, usually so thick with perverted temptation that was... of course only in appropriate times when she fit the cut off a woman rather than a mere girl in his eyes.<br/><br/>"I won't pressure you darling, but that is what you're here for." He murmured, closing his eyes. "I promise it won't be painful, at least not the second coming... if you allow the first to even occur." No silly simple kiss could sate his body nor satisfy his wounds.<br/><br/>If he did not have her By tonight, he would have another by the morrow when he woke again. Finch would chauffeur him, half diligently surviving but enough to carry on and revive his mangled body thrashed by the hands of fate and lady challenge.