"But I want you to be free," the vampire protested, his lips ghosting over the angel's skin, his hands reacquainting themselves with the body he possessed only because Samandriel allowed him to. "I don't want anyone to threaten you again. Even me. What we do at home...it's no one's business but our own. But to the world....I want you to have the full recourse of the law," he finished, firmly. He'd had a lot of time to think about this, and he was determined that the angel be allowed to protect himself.
"Please," he pleaded. "Please, Sam. For me. I love you. And I need you to do this."