<em>The aasimar stands there for a long moment, torn between the feeling that he should go run and hide, and his desire for the beautiful creature before him. Staring at her as she coyly gazes back at him ensure his choice is  foregone conclusion. Timidly, shyly, he goes to her, flushed red, stumbling for words, the situation completely taking away from him whatever supernatural confidence his bloodline usually grants him.<br/><br/>"I... that is... it's just... I... don't..."</em>