He was doing alright until she put her mouth on his neck. Then, it was as though she hit some sort of magic button that would result in all of his clothing falling off.
His mind began to wander.
Realistically, the world would not end if he gave in to Nanshe. It wouldn't. This was not a good situation, sure, but wasn't that perhaps all the more reason to sneak away for a little while? What if it only got worse?
Way to go, Morpheus. You're immortal and this is what goes on in your head?
The sound was what did it. The sound that sort of sighed out of her. The thing about Nanshe (and there was a thing about Dys, and one about Mak, too) was this: no matter who you were, she made you feel like you were the only person in the room when she was with you.
Especially in situations like this. She was blotting out the being taken by aliens issue.
Entirely.
He wasn't being unresponsive, either. Dream was merely keeping himself in check. He was still holding her, very tightly, and he was beginning to reach the point where he was going to grab fistfulls of her clothing.
He could remember the way back to where his room was. There was an elevator between here and there.
He didn't say anything. He just grabbed her hand and headed back toward it.