Rosuriel had centuries to practice the art of seduction, to practice the art of pleasure. But he had never had to understand want for himself. The demonic nature had known drive, had known instinct, but never choice. Roe the man, days old, learned more from the woman beside him than Rosuriel had in centuries. All of his arts could only just barely balance a scale with what she had shown him. But just as she balanced his knowledge, there was a new feeling as well.<br/><br/>There was shame in what he was, for the first time he knew a sadness for his state. It was born of the desire to stay with her, near her, and knowing that he could possibly kill her if her did. The other demons, the greater and the Devils themselves, had wanted their hosts to create shame in their victims. It was the Incubus' lot to debase and destroy those around them with lust, with want, with the fulfillment of their desires. It was their purpose to consume their summoner like a fire, and they had been cursed so that they truly could burn someone with passion.<br/><br/>He held back the sorrow and his shame from his face. He brought her hand up and kissed her fingers , one kiss to each tip, one more time. closing his eyes he altered the air about her, keeping the temperature steady so that while he soaked she would retain and keep her warmth, and a little bit of his.<br/><br/><em>I...I will be back. I promise. And I will carry you and we will... I will get to hold you then.</em><br/><br/>He nodded as he spoke, a simple childlike sincerity in his words. He wanted nothing more than to sweep her from her prone position and carry her off, carry her anywhere, as long as he could hold her. But he knew that much contact, they would be stretched on the floor and crying each other's name within minutes. The risk was too great, even if most of his body screamed in want for just that thought.<br/><br/>Roe opened his mind again, trying to leave Tegan with the images of happiness, of how beautiful he thought she was. He remembered her asleep in his arms and he sent that as well. He may not be in the same room, but he would keep part of his presence here. He rolled and crawled a few steps before standing, he made his way to the bathroom. The streaks of blood, an inch and some thick, and running from his shoulders to his waist, had dried and were almost black now, two simple streaks on his back as he walked shakily to the shower.<br/><br/>This time he didn't turn the shower on first. He lay down in the basin and turned the faucet on, letting the cold flood drench his head and shoulders, roll down his back with a sigh and slight steam coming from his skin. He propped himself up, soaking in the freezing water, and he could not get the sight of her lying on the floor out of his mind. He had to hurry, but he had to balance. To much rush would build excitement, and he always had that when he though of Tegan. He closed his eyes as he turned the shower on, sending a thought to her, just wishing that she knew how much he wanted to be there holding her.<br/><strong><br/>I will be right there Tegan.. I promise</strong>