"I live, sweet girl," the cold man replied, hand wandering once more down her hard caramel back.  His fingertips were light and deft, even soft, and yet there was clearly a metalic smoothness to them.<br/><br/>"I am created, you see.  I am silver and leather and gold given life.  Once I thought my soul purpose was as a weapon, but when I finaly lost a war I learned that I was given the passions of a man and the body of a man as well as the strength of a man."<br/><br/>She felt the weight on her back increase, then chill lips press against the back of her neck.  "That is why I have saught you," he breathed over her delicatly pointed, teribly sensitive ear.