If Alastair had had his wits about him, he would have wondered how he had gotten to this point. A beautiful woman was kissing him. Alastair hadn't been kissed by a beautiful woman in a very, very long time.
He had no worries. He had no ill-feelings or second thoughts. He simply kissed her back, his head pleasantly spinning and the world blurring. She said she would take it all away, and right now that was all he wanted.