As Rory's eyes fluttered closed, a little part of him was absolutely sure that he was dreaming, but at this point, Rory really didn't care. Things probably would’ve worked out a lot better if he had been, since if he wasn’t then he and Eisen were going to have a rather fantastic mess to deal with when they both came to their senses again. But for now, the combination of wish-fulfillment, endorphins, and niggling doubt about the reality of the situation kept any objections that Rory might have safely locked inside his his head. It was ironic, really -- while Eisen’s brain was going a mile a minute, Rory’s was uncharacteristically calm and focused. Now that he’d committed to what he was doing, Rory had every intention on letting himself have this. Dream or not, kissing Eisen made him feel better than he’d ever felt in his life. He wasn’t about to let that go so easily. If anything, Rory wanted to do whatever he could to make it last.
Fortunately for Rory, making the moment last was easy, but it meant that he had to surrender some of his control. And with the loss of control came the inevitable loss of his power. Just like last week, Rory didn’t really mean to start shedding pheromones, at least not in the sense that it was a conscious action. Now that his desires had assumed control of his actions, “thought” really had very little to do with anything. He just didn’t want Eisen to stop kissing him. Not ever.