Eoa stroked the back of the cleric longingly.<br/><br/>"I know clerics can resist many things but I felt no resistance and for that I am grateful, for me its like me reaching for you ... for my arcana and living are one."<br/><br/><br/>The feeling of the cleric drinking was strangely calming to the sorceress, a feeling that sent herself to sleep, soon elven eyelashes flittered before closing while a smile below them softened.<br/><br/>