"Alright, perhaps that it happened now had a little to do with you. But it would have happened eventually anyway. Weather you liked it or not. It's going to happen now until I have had my fill." Until they had run thin. Or until they grew so used to the dreams that it became boring.
"I'm afraid that it's a little to little, a little to late, Anna." He jerked his arm from her grasp, either unaware of the marks her fingernails dug into his skin, or simply not caring that she caused him to bleed. It was only one more hurt. What was something physical compared to what she had lain waste to inside him. "Because I don't care that much. About anyone here." Though to be honest if Marian asked him to stop... He might just consider it.