He had missed that sound; the desperate call of a voice speaking his name from the ministrations he created. Being in the mortal world in a mortal body, he had to use Roger's name, or when Roger was around, Roger was the one to have control. He could feel and experience all the same things, but there was still a disconnect that now--he got complete control, not only in the actions he made (such as the hand gladly gliding over the sculpted thigh and to grasp the naked hip) but the beautiful way Tobias' husked out his name, as if it would save him. Best of all, though it was clearly masculine, behind it was the wonderful tone of his wife, the same pattern of sounds, the elongated 'Air' of his name and breathy finish as if the 's' tone was too much. It had been a millenia since he had heard it and that was as much a thrill as anything else.