Shaking his head, Galen turns away desire clearly in his eyes, hiding something deeper, concern.<br/>"If the passion, the fire in you, is a curse, I regret trying to draw it out to the open. The attempt to do so was little better than rape. The intensity of it drew me to you, but I'll not burden you in such a fashion, if got no other reason than respect. Sleep well Alyx, and may Desna grant you the peace you seek." He exits the room, the intensity of his emotions at war all but written in every step he takes.