Faster than I anticipated, I am being pulled against him. Warm lips trailing from throat to foot. My body molds to his,and I sigh, pressing against those lips.

Gazing down into his eyes, I smile. At least those are still the same, just lacking the burning flame. I miss my Arik and to see him kneeling in supplication pleases me. That simple gesture alone. It was one of the things that caught my attention. I do like games, and I have missed those too.

Only using human force, I set my bare foot on his shoulder, "And what is it my servant desires from his lady and offers in return?" I ask, head tilting in curiosity as I look down at him. My foot radiating heat that should make simple thought difficult for him. His answer should be fun. We may have to keep this mortal shell after he gets his true self back. It is fun to play with.