"We all seek peace, whether in the sublime rush in the dance of war, the simple place where there is no thought only action, or in the passions and primal urges that drive all races. I do not pity you, you have great willpower to hold it all in check. I will not seek to turn your curse to drive you into a desire filled frenzy, unless that is what you desire. Just as you have your rules, so I have mine." There is a quiet determination to him, never loudly spoken, just simply a force that is. Judging from the bulge in his pants, he clearly wants to leap upon her and ravage her, but as he has made clear, unless she removes the question of desire that seems to only be in his own mind, he will walk away. A very strange action, even stranger for a stiff dick.