<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=56491.msg2596519#msg2596519">Quote from: Kolbrandr on 01-01-2010, 15:42:36</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">He held her in the regard of the red mask for a while longer, considering the last of her questions and challenges, then beckoned for her to follow him, straightening as he did. He paused, thinking of her prideful bearing, and with every due grace reached to lift up her hand to press vertically with his own, and between his own, as if both to note it was a request, and to emphasize that request, before letting it fall. If nothing else, there was a rush of heat that pulsed under contact with his skin, the aftereffect of the earlier straining of his body.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Don't touch me, soulless thing!" Syn snapped, quickly withdrawing her hand. Her cold eyes were full of alarm, and perhaps even a little fear, as she clutched her hand to her chest. "Just because I pity your lack of a soul doesn't mean I want to chance giving you any of mine!"<br/><br/>"Besides," she continued passionately, turning away with a dramatic sweep of that free hand to take a couple steps, only to stop and look back over one elegant shoulder to regard the solitaire once more, "what could I<em>feel</em>with an emotionless husk? All the techinque you may possess, that...wonderful body of yours," as she looks him up and down appraisingly, "what do you think you can give me that I couldn't find with less risk to my soul with, say, the hilt of my falchion here?", kicking the monoblade with a dainty foot for emphasis.<br/><br/>"No," she shakes her head, "I think you should find one of the mon'keigh to sate your needs, Solitaire. With those pale shadows they mistake for sensation I'm sure they would find your mechanical expertise pleasure enough. Without that connection between two souls, however, I don't see how you could satisfy an Eldar."<br/><br/>Syn sneered then, but obviously it was more self-reflective than aimed at the Harlequin, "Even if you were to let me hurt you, even if you can feel any pain, it would be as nothing without feeling it touch your soul."