This close to Mika, Cherine's newly-improved senses pick up the scent of soap and pine, and a notable absence of parasites - clearly, the man is taking care of himself. Underlying the aroma of his soap, there is the scent of him, deep, tangy and rich, a male in his sexual prime, and, as she brushes her bottom across his face, another scent, musky and earthy. The combination triggers another pang of that odd hunger she felt when she left the witch's dwelling, followed by a warm tingling in the pit of her stomach, like the flutter of tiny butterflies.<br/><br/>At the same time, she is surprised to find her legs swept out from under her, landing her in Mika's lap as the shy young man trips her up, catching her with his arms around her waist. Yupp, it's the quiet ones you have to watch out for...