He climbed up willingly to stand beside her atop the accommodating flower, his legs immersed up to his calves in the syrupy nectar of the plant.  She made as if to blow him a kiss, but instead a sweet cloud erupted from her mouth.  Again the scent of the flower filled his nostrils, but this was 100 times more powerful.  He felt his mind weaken, and any remaining fear or trepidation was washed away and replaced by a feeling of utter contentment.  This was where he was supposed to be....with her.  He returned her smile as the pheromones drained the last of his will.