Re: 1st Floor: The Poles
Emerson continued to sing, noting vaguely the way that she seemed to relax even just a little. That made it worth it to him. His thoughts wandered to odd places considering he was singing such a religious song. It appeared that whatever determination he'd harbored to not let himself be attracted to her, to not let himself want her was fading swiftly.
"In the joyous days of childhood Oft they told of wondrous love Pointed to the dying Saviour; Now they dwell with Him above."
He continued the song, voice carrying into the chorus when that verse was through. It didn't matter what he was deciding he wanted. It would be up to her whether or not he got it, and it certainly wouldn't be tonight. He wasn't the sort who liked to take what he felt he was entitled to by birth. That had never felt right to him, and it never would.