A soft pull of her breath as his arm would tighten around her, fitting her snugly against his side.  An odd feeling, somewhere vaguely between being uncomfortably close, and not close enough.  His hand caressing over the soft curve of her back.  A little shiver running through her as she would relax herself.   She barely even listened to his actual words, merely letting the flow of them fall over her, the even rhythms, until even the  writhing snakes had begun to still, falling against her head as if they were inanimate.<br/><br/>The soft close of her eyes, hiding those strangely slitted pupils, until looking down he might think he held a fragile human girl against his chest, rather than something foreign, and strange.  “I do know from where you come, Argentum.. But this is not a matter of -knowing-.. I know many things.  Have seen many things.. Have lived through loss and devastation..  And yet my emotions rule my mind more thoroughly than my intellect ever has.”  The soft draw of her breath, pressing her face into him for a moment.<br/><br/>“It is easy enough to say that they are not worth my spite, but how am I to squash an impulse that is based so completely outside of the realm of my reason?”  A little shiver running through her frame as she would curl her fingers against his hard chest, slowly stroking the fabric of his tunic against the hard lines of the body beneath.  “Who is to say that the wash of anger is not therapeutic, my friend?  Did I not do well in not attacking them?  Am I not merciful?”  Was she teasing now?  That impish smile as she would look up at him, those wide eyes, golden and strange, meeting his own fixed gaze, the serpents upon her head flaring to life as his lips would draw near, though they avoided him, likely to keep from chipping teeth..