Tamara looks up at both the fox and the dear. She tries to calm her sobbing a little, to explain to them what happened, and it take ehr a moment to be able to speak in a coherent and intelligible fashion.<br/><br/>"All he wants *sniffles* despite the troubles it brought us, despite everything that happened, *sniffles* is to have sex with me..." She pauses and cries some more. "It's not love, just lust... we discussed, promsied things, but, as soon as we are done chatting, he wants to have sex with me, despite the problems it would bring us..." She buries her head again into Anna's chest. "He doesn't love me, he justs feels lust, that's all..."