<strong>Ellen</strong><br/><br/>The half-celestial appeared only mildly surprised, more interested than horrified or anything else. He tilted his head at her curiously, saying, "Now that's just a shame."<br/><br/>"I guess it's better this way, though." He said as he rolled over and stood up, "I mean... compared to being a ghoul or something. I wouldn't know about actually being dead, though. Mom never said a word about what it was like<em>beyond.</em>"<br/><br/>Rathael smiled as he turned to look upon her face-to-face, "It<em>is</em>a shame..." He put his hand on his hip, "And here I was, thinking all this cold weather would be the perfect excuse to share a blanket!"<br/><br/>He flashed another grin. How suddenly he became so bold, now that she had become... so physically unavailable. Maybe he had some inhibitions afterall. Emphasis on the<em>had.</em>And it might have been tempting, as he stood before her in nothing but his undergarments. It was certain that he owed much to his divine heritage, his body strong and lithe, eyes gleaming and even his scent and touch pleasant (though Ellen would hardly have known anything about that.)<br/><br/>"So that's why you wouldn't let anyone touch you..." He softly observed. After a moment of contemplation, the winged man took a step towards her, softly bringing his hand to the side of her face, hesitating just short of her cheek. "May I?"