He watched her as she fell asleep, watching her as she curled against him. A look in his eyes that, had he saw it in the mirror, he would not recognize his own face. The hair before him beckoned, and he did indulge a moment to breath deep, smelling her as well as the hint of flowers from the shampoo and soap. Her clothes rode up, and he resisted the urge to move them farther, to cup the supple skin beneath and wake her with the embrace of a lover.<br/><br/>When her dreams began he worried for a moment, did he cause that? The feeling was of fear, of loss. That was not of his doing. He carefully wrapped his arm around her mid-rift, holding her tightly, protectively as he let some of his ability out encase her in a mental shield against outside influences. He would not let someone else harm this woman.<br/><br/><em>Tegan, I am here, you are safe</em><br/><br/>The irony of a demon keeping her safe was not lost to him, but it was true. He whispered to her, not waking her but promising her his protection, tonight she would get sleep no matter what. He damned his nature, wondering if it was he who caused her the dreams. Instead of flooding her with visions of the two of them embraced he tried to send a calming thought... the first coming to mind was the peace and sanctity of her room. He held onto that, sending it to her as best he could.