She touched, not because she was a hedonist, though she was, but because she needed to. Her fingers lifted, brushed his hair lightly back, tucking it behind his ear, smoothing his temple in the process. The touch is not lascivious or even flirtatious, it is nothing but shared contact that is meant to soothe.
"You were human. If you take almost any human's life and hold it up in front of the masses they will call it scandalous at some point or another, no matter how good and pious that person may be." She attempts to assuage the worry there, as best she can.
"Not only from there. I come from the kiss of pain given by the lover, the closeness that it can bring. Not just the pain one must endure to prove love, closeness, but pain to enjoy that closeness. Not just sadism and masochism either though. I am.. all of it." A small wave of her hand, she isn't, there is no way she can be the darker, more.. cruel parts, she cannot be murderous pleasure, she cannot be rape, or abuse. It is not in her to be.
Her hand shifts, turning beneath his own, her fingers tangle lightly with his, sharing an understanding, sharing contact. "De Sade." She knows precisely what he means. "Vive le Libertine. I know, I.. remember. No, it did not change there, that is only one of the more popular.. tales of excess and abuse of power. It is not your fault. Humans have done.. what we are so long as there have been humans. Humans have abused what we are.. so long as there have been humans with more power than others too. It happened before your mortal form was born. You cannot blame yourself." A soft sigh escapes her. "No, the gentleness, the tenderness, the.. truth of what things Can be is stronger now, is.. more understood now.. than it has ever been. I am.. I am well pleased with my mortals."