Listening to Lunari's reasoning, Nirael had to admit a sting of guilt hit him. He wasn't telling her all he was, and while he wanted to learn more about her he was hesitant to press for answers, especially with their tasks ahead of them. He wanted to know her, not just sexually but in far more ways, he was happy to travel with her, though the bit of shyness and hiding her desires did manage to amuse him. He desired her but it was just part of the pull he felt towards her, and given the choice he'd rather not have her if it meant losing her after. A conquest was not sweet enough to wash away the bitterness of losing her afterwards.<br/><br/><strong>"I am no innocent either, but I believe my reasons are sound and that I aim for the best results. I don't believe there's anyone that is perfect, we are what we are and we seek to improve ourselves at times, and others are content to be who they are and cherish it. I want to know you, and I don't see anything yet that would drive me away. If you fear rejection, then you should ease your mind and bare your soul as you bare your form. I shall not send you away coldly for things I have not yet learned, and I hope you will answer that in kind."</strong>He brought his lips to touch on her neck's skin, nibbling lightly before kissing a little higher. His hand on her bottom caressingly brushing against the warm curve.<br/><br/><strong>"I desire your form, but I desire the person within, I am hesitant to ask some questions just as I am hesitant to tell everything about myself yet. We each have our secrets, but I hope that these secrets will not drive us apart. A desire is there, but its just one part of the pull. If it was mere passions in my mind, I would have made it clear. While I desire you I would respect a refusal, stepping away to keep the friendship I feel towards you if the cost of pursuing more was fated to bring it all to ruin. Yet the pull goes beyond the form, so I seek to see you smile, to hear you reach the crescendo, and to rouse in you the same pull."</strong><br/><br/>Gazing at her face, he smiled quietly, holding his arms around her for a moment while letting his gaze roam an admire the body many woman would have killed to have for themselves, he whispered to her ear a bit more teasingly though pushing his chest firmly against that lovely bosom, damp skin or not, he wanted to be close to her and his lips held a slightly shaking breath as he spoke to her ear.<br/><br/><em><strong>"I am unlikely to tame, running a little wild as time passes. You have witnessed how I get with my magic, and my curiosity seems a deep well, one which's bottom is still hidden in depth. You speak of killing, lies and theft to protect something important from those who'd abuse it. I've engaged in seduction, lechery, and a study of arts built on the foundation of passion. I might wonder if you'd be able to accept me in turn as I am, knowing I shall return to your side but knowing I will practice my arts and what that may entail."</strong></em>He wondered if she'd feel reluctant about being close to him with that in mind. He was engaging in a fair share of play, and though he'd certainly prefer those he came to know and care about, the desires could spark with a moment's play elsewhere. Yet the pull was something he'd not come to know before, a connection he felt signified a great deal more than a moment's exstacy.