He waited, far longer than he should have, far longer than he would have in the past. Holding her close, pretending just for a moment that he could be with someone like this was not something he normally did. The thought of "normal" was not one he entertained, not in the last thousand years. He brushed hair from her face so he could watch her, watch her sleep. A little bit of him hoped she would never summon him again, he did not want to hurt her, the rest of him demanded her to do it as soon as he left.<br/><br/>Roe eventually made his way from her bed, removing the torn clothing, taking it with him, he would make it and all traces of his time here vanish. He absorbed the scent of their mating from earlier, using the residual lust to power what little infernal magic he needed. He went to the bath, correcting the tiles, looking at the shower with a longing and a sigh... ok... he would miss that as well. And then on to the kitchen.<br/><br/>He mended the floor with a wave of his hand, evaporated the wax and salt of the circle before looking for other traces of evidence. Seeing none he looked at her clothes. Well... he shrugged and they vanished into a puff of smoke. The sun was not yet up when he saw the book she had used. Curiosity got the better of him and he sat down on at the table, opened the book and began to read. it took him a moment before he grinned... he remembered when this came out. Oh boy did he remember.<br/><br/>He read for several hours, occasionally stifling a chuckle, not realizing that the sun was up, and he was still there.