She wouldn't speak of what troubled her. She wouldn't make swift promises for him to hang onto. Will was stricken as always with her double edge sword. She could cut him down just as fast as pulling him in. He would obsesses over her for both their selfish desires.
"Then let me bathe in your beauty fair lady. Let me see you in all the glory the gods painted you." He ushered her with his hand towards the bedroom where the light was dim. She would shine, oh she would shine, glow like dew on a sun-kissed rose of early morning.