LaCroix exhaled a sigh resting his cool cheek against the top of her head, finding it rather pleasurable to be held in such the arms of such a woman. He found deep in his dark heart he was developing a fondness for Alessa, a fondness that was so rare it only came after several hundred years, in his case seven hundred “Yes I’m afraid so…” Again he seemed to be still staring straight ahead lost in the moment. Finally he came back to his senses speaking in a low voice “would you like to lay with me awhile? I wouldn’t mind it” he wouldn’t say it outloud because it showed weakness but he wanted to be held. He felt weary and was in need of some comfort in the arms of a beautiful woman.