[It certainly was a complicated mess of feelings. And though Emet-Selch sits up, continuing to look down at her, he makes no move to actually change positions otherwise. The edge of emotions he feels from Irhya only continue to tangle, rather than clarify his own. He sought neither to hurt nor reassure her- only a dull irritation at his own indecision.
At her words, her request, he couldn't deny that beat of want; it was only natural- complications or no, he still had physical form, he wasn't immune. But that want was mixed immediately with suspicion and disquiet. This would be giving up more control than he was entirely prepared to do, asking a certain amount of vulnerability.]
What makes you think-- [In contrast to his tone, the hand that brushes over the side of her face is gentle, fingers stroking from her forehead, down to run along the line of her jaw.] that I would accept that from you?
no subject
At her words, her request, he couldn't deny that beat of want; it was only natural- complications or no, he still had physical form, he wasn't immune. But that want was mixed immediately with suspicion and disquiet. This would be giving up more control than he was entirely prepared to do, asking a certain amount of vulnerability.]
What makes you think-- [In contrast to his tone, the hand that brushes over the side of her face is gentle, fingers stroking from her forehead, down to run along the line of her jaw.] that I would accept that from you?