Logical indentation was rather something most did or didn't have. He had it somewhat, though nothing logical about this male. However what was rather logical? Was it the fact this emotional river was flowing through it rather oddly, maybe the fact he was a Slayer? Or even that he was resisting? Men and women could resist to a degree however a Slayer was a bit different. Slayers were emotionless to a degree, only emotion that truly governed them was the will to continue on by fighting against the down crushing things in life. For example they could beat death for hours then their body would give up once they defeat the enemy, they would stop at nothing to see the job done and if to die they would fight till the end.<br/><br/>Bis zum Schluss was their motto or in English "Until The End", hardly anyone survived the last fight but he. He lived barely and the poison had almost taken him but his body fought it and here he was, alive still.<br/><br/>Eli was a Slayer, an assassin that thrived off of killing - being paid never made the job fun. It was the thrill of the kill and hunt. Growing up he had been trained to fight emotions, learn to control them, to meditate on one alone. To be passive, at most a type of illogical desire to beat emotion. To throw it all away to just keep going, to be "inhuman" one had to give up things humanity thrived on. Even songs had such but only few told it how he lived.<br/><br/>Soon this block of his would be tested, soon it would be devoured, soon it would be crushed. Crushed into a fine powder that would need to be remade into the concrete wall once more.<br/><br/>His will was weakening and it was being tested by the female which was putting a new strain on his body that he hadn't ever tasted. Lust was still there and he was suppressing it back into his mind, locking it up and soon something new was coming to him. The woman's touch graced his face gently and turned him to look dirrectly into her eyes. His expression blank other than the darkness in his eyes further hidden back in the navy abyss. The female got closer and  it made him wary, he didn't want to know what was next but she was... hesitant? Why hesitant? The thing she did next gave him an iced feeling in him, the kiss was not right. First of all he never kissed anyone before and two he didn't like her that way. Why was he not reacting? His soul was locked in shock and he was wanting to grab her throat and stop her. Even if she was a lady he'd be mean....<br/><br/>With a growl the Slayer pushed from her and stood up wiping his mouth with a disgusted look, "Yeah - I'd rather try Sake again than that." he glared at her and turned taking his drink, his braid moved lightly as he then went to sit away from her, but he was starting to feel a head ache. He had liked that, why yes he had. What she did made it feel good in his mind, he was Human after all. What kind of strange feeling was this?<br/><br/>Moving to a stop he ran a hand through his hair began to feel bothered, something was not right, her touch invaded his space. Gave him feelings that were new yet not. What was she? Sure he had fought countless species but... what was this that was tempting him down a new path? How come he was slipping? Why. Why was he now weak?