Salathiel blushed, the hue of his pale countenance changing, with the sudden difference in her response surprising him. The main part was the kiss, which was hardly a common occurrence for him, either, and served to further addle his wits. Being an angel, he was somewhat lacking in experience in such areas, and Salathiel was at a bit of a loss for words when it came to the manner in which Maeve acted out her seemingly incomprehensible thought patterns. Even with short range mind-reading amongst his abilities, he still found it difficult to understand.<br/><br/>With the dramatic sequence of supernatural activity that followed, the angel recognised it for what it was. His gaze narrowed, as his mind was processing both that, and Maeve's unexpectedly intimate act, with the former being easier to understand, in his eyes.<em>This summoning spell, seems to be more and more suspicious by the moment. Its power is unusual, especially for something utilised by a relatively average, if impulsive seeming, human. It seems, in some ways, oddly familiar.</em><br/><br/>"Ah... that," Salathiel replied, his gaze moving to Maeve, his face still being somewhat flushed, "That was the final element of a binding ritual. Evidently, in this case, the one that began with my being invoked and summoned."<br/><br/>He found himself offering the fallen Maeve a hand, perhaps due to some degree of politeness, or perhaps due to some new-found degree of respect for the mortal woman who had stood up for herself in such a fierce way earlier, against an angel such as him. Maybe a combination of both.<em>Not that it matters too much. All I need do is enact her will, and then my assignment is accomplished, and I can return once more to Heaven. Though that spell seems to possess a worrying amount of permanency.</em>There was also the matter of her interactions. If she were to continue in such a manner, Salathiel would have trouble relying on his vaunted intelligence, with such overpowering distractions.<br/><br/>His embarrassment once more became clear as his thoughts returned to Maeve's kiss, as well as the final part of the binding ritual, though he had little choice where his thoughts roamed, since Salathiel knew that trying not to think about it would be futile. What mattered for the time being, was what Maeve planned for him to do, exactly, and how to go about doing it. Already, he was assessing the magic he knew, and their viability depending on the nature of whatever caused his summoner's mother to be in such dire straits.<em>Not that I care about the fleeting lives of mortals, or anything. I'm merely analysing how I might go about things. That's all...</em>