For a split second, Kenshin's eyes seemed far away, and her was lost in his memories of the last time he'd had such an intimate interaction with someone. Tomoe. And the results had been catastrophic. As he looked at Sayuri, there lingered a quiet sadness in his eyes that he was usual so careful to conceal.
"Please do not think this one regrets his actions," he began softly, feeling her warm flesh against his cool fingers and trying to refrain from the delight of it. "What happened last night was very much wanted, perhaps for longer than this one might've admitted to himself, de gozaru," he began. "This one found a happiness in what we did that had not been known for millenia." He smiled wistfully before shaking his head. "But there manner in which is happened was not what I had wanted. I have spent years, centuries, millenia trying to repress the man that was Hitokiri Battousai, and yet a part of him rests in me in spite of that." The way he spoke indicated shame, a burden that he would always carry without hope of repaying it. "It was my greatest wish for you not never have to see that. And I must beg your forgiveness for allowing it." With that said, he knelt to the floor, bowing before where she sat with his head down.