Dawn drew back when he knelt before her, hurt flashing in her eyes at the sight of the marks that teased around his open clothing, blood on his skin. He had let another mark him with teeth and nails, when he had never let her, or marked her as his. Never. Bitter pain felt like a knife in her heart, jealousy, but she ignored it, instead focusing upon the memory of the hours she had just spent, full of pleasure and the darker delights that had been denied her for so long. His simple words did touch her, soften the anger inside her heart some.<br/><br/>"You did what you thought best Roarke. I merely did the same, no cause to worry." Her words were stiff, proper. She moved forward, around him, working to remain cool and withdrawn. "I merely hope you did not make any promises I may have to keep. Though the night I passed has garnered me something to forward the goals you think I should seek. And I found my own goals, desires met as well."