The flesh of Hallbjorn's wrist knit shut, his immortal flesh regenerating as if he had not harmed himself at all. The few drops of blood remained, but as his hand dipped they flowed free from his skin to fall to the carpet below.<br/><br/>Kara's hands explored Hallbjorn's face and he sat quietly while she did. He noted that her fangs had receded and her eyes were glowing brighter. He could feel the warmth that grew inside of her. The woman's hands cupped his cheeks and she kissed him with love and tenderness and it was the sort of kiss that Hallbjorn wanted so deeply that he had never been aware of it nor could he have put it into words. He kissed her back, but the male was no more skilled at it than his female was. His past experiences with women had not included kissing - it was only rutting to sate a physical urge. Then he had mastered that need, and had gone from wanting to without desire. Something more broke inside the Berserker.<br/><br/>His hands moved to rest at her back, covering almost all of it. His eyes had closed when hers did and they remained so as well with her forehead touching his.<br/><br/>"You must understand that we cannot make love until you are fully immortal." Hallbjorn told her gently. "You will not hurt me, but the reverse is not true. You know how old I am. And in the Lore, age correlates with power. Your male is very strong, female." The blond man told Kara. It was not entirely to boast to her. Not entirely. "You test me to my limits just as we are and have been. If my control were to slip . . . my past is full of black deeds, but I could not bear it if I harmed you." His fingers trailed along her spine gently.<br/><br/>"Did you like the breakfast that I ordered for us? I did it with a mind to please you." Hallbjorn said softly, moving his head back from hers. He reached for a napkin and set about drying away Kara's tears with it, dabbing at her cheeks and eyes without utmost care.