Kilo's brow smoothed at her touch.  "I'm sorry dear, I just have a lot on my mind.  It's been an eventful couple of nights."  He purred softly at her touch on his cheek, his eyes drifting down to the exposed round skin of her cleavage.  He was enticed by this one for sure, and she sure seemed like she wanted him.  But the issue here was one of honor.  Would Vivian really want him if she was sober?  Sure, she had given him his new wings, and he owed her big for that one.  But on a level of morality, she was not in her normal state of mind so it would be wrong to take advantage of her.  Not to say that he hadn't done that before on...many...occasions.<br/><br/>Wow...what was wrong with his mind?  He was in two worlds.  His usual self, and the self that was bonded to Korono.  He loved her.  He needed and wanted her.  But he also feared the connection because he didn't understand it.  His darkest of fears, seemingly brought to the surface by the Darkling, was that he was going to hate his life in ten years.  He would leave a broken and torn Korono, and she would never be able to have anyone again for as long as she lived.  Yes he knew her growing up, but she was a different person now, as was he.  Was he really ready to base a commitment of HER entire life on his magic affected sex drive?  When he began to try and think logically, sex with Vivian seemed MUCH safer in the long run.  And he truly began to consider it.