Now completely exposed, Norton's excitement couldn't be denied. He was completely erect, his body and mind both desirous, but still something held him back. The paladin looked at the mage before him, his mouth agape as he imagined embracing her... and Alyssa, and Thalya once more, and even Lux. There was something in the back of his mind, crawling around in his head demanding that he cease everything and look for a way to escape... his own folly the last time was what caused Al'Rhayel to be in the predicament that she was in.<br/><br/>"Please." He said, holding her arms before she could go any further, "Help me forget... and I'll do whatever you want."<br/><br/>Even before his dalliance with Thalya, Norton had always been... burdened. He momentarily forgot them then, but when reality ensued... they all came back, with the added guilt of letting down his comrades. Now, he seemed to have an opportunity for that sense of liberation again. He had always lusted after his divine patron, sinful and blasphemous as it might have been... he saw Tenebrax ravish Her, when at times he dreamed of holding her divine figure in his embrace and loving her... as he dreamed of loving Thalya, Alyssa, and Al'Rhayel. At times, even nameless women that he had met by chance. The Masked Mage, it seemed, was offering him an outlet for all these passions and desires... but even so, something held him back.<br/><br/>He kissed her, closing his eyes and attempting to shut out everything that compelled him to reject her.