He took the bite carefully, cleaning the utensil of the traces of food before releasing it. He was careful not to make a mess before he started chewing. He would have to agree, food was good, it had been a long time since he had last tasted it, and this... this was something new. he thought for a moment as he experienced the cuisine, chewing and nodding.<br/><br/><em>So don't think about it. Instinct has not left you completely, you did run last night, it was just the wrong thing to do. As for being an angel, a demon. Tegan, angels were made to serve, we haven't stopped. The rebellion you hear about, that is not quite what happened. But that is for another time.</em><br/><br/>He looked at her as he spoke, a sneak of a mental nudge pushed out,<strong>another time not now</strong>. He did not know if it would take, if she would follow its simple urging. He made it subtle, almost as if the topic were not important really. He noticed how close she was, how she had made it back to sitting beside him and he watched her. Her throat as she swallowed, the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. Those simple movements so natural to her were so interesting to watch. he could smell the remains of the product from her shower earlier, the daily sweat built from natural movement. He focused harder ever even as a whiff of pheromones escaped. There was no scent of roses, he was controlling himself the best he could.