The elf woman closes her green eyes, dark circles lining them attesting to her weakened state. Trying to escape the heavy feeling of hoplessness, she forces her head away. "My kind have no desires to pervert the true gods' wishes...no desire to upset the delicate balance."<br/><br/>Then he was speaking of Ana, and her eyes reopened, pain registering hard and fast as she sees the vacant stare in the human, already senses the taint within her blood. His hand on her chin forces her to look back at him, his swirling eyes almost hypnotic alone, though his words had no commanding effect on hers. "Its not ..possible. elves do not mate with lesser beings..." She could not jerka way, but the last insinuation that a godling was inferior was her way of deviance, though her heart squeezed with fear, owrry that he could.