Elijah wanted his shirt off too, so he carried Erato to the bed, and set her down on it. He climbed up beside her, pulling his shirt over his head to discard. "You're so beautiful," he breathed, as she undressed. His breath hitched in his throat and he willed himself not to do something fucking embarrassing like cry. His entire body was screaming out for more, but just being touched in kindness was amazing.