Morrigan looked at the aasimar, having suspected he was pure when she saw him, and remembered a time not long ago when she was just as inconfident. She stands up, and slowly moves to him, and her platinum eyes met his eyes, before she kisses him silent, her hands taking his and guiding them to her hips, placing them there, and then wrapping hers around his waist, pulling him into her. He breasts pressed against his chest, and her hands traced idle patterns on his back, slowly trying to relax the boy.<br/><br/>[prowess (kiss) = 69]