Armas studied her expression, his eyes watched her cheeks flush but he didn't smile. No, he pulled one hand up to touch her cheek, his fingers gliding up her face and through her hair. Anna's hair was soft and he sat up enough to kiss it, letting the strands slip through his fingers. "I suppose," he murmured, closing his eyes, "however, it's an impression on me. I don't often get to experience wild and free spirits like yours anymore. I almost forgot what it was like..."<br/><br/>He opened his eyes at her response and suddenly he let go. His hand that had snaked around her waste was gone and suddenly he was getting up. Armas let her fall onto his bed as he got up. "Sleep," he told her, grabbing the bowl as he got up and walked out. This was beginning to become an annoying habit, but the game was still going despite his will to end it. He was getting tired of letting her state her will and then he give in.<br/><br/>"I'm leaving for a while, don't leave the bedroom. I'll know you did." he ordered her, walking out as he closed the door. From the way he left, she could have glimpsed something blue white shining from outside and as Armas reached the light, he touched hands to it and they disappeared into the night leaving her alone...