"Others?" His interest sparked, Veles lifted his head and watched her with great interest as she moved about him. The touch of her fingers and hands against Miles' shoulders had him releasing a gruff sound of pleasure. Even her small and delicate hands could relieve the discomfort that had been building up for quite some time now. He seemed to lose a bit of height as he slouched and twisted into her touch.
"So, there are those like us. Beings with power, but not from our world." Veles had already had an inclination that something of the sort was, indeed, happening. He made it his job to know, but keeping up with the pretty goddess standing with him had always been his priority. Even giving Miles a comfortable life, at times, had been forgotten to keep his pursuit hot with Dodola.
Most of the discomfort gone, Veles slid from Dodola's touch and turned to face her once more. He was quiet, watching her, taking in the mortal form that she graced with her presence, and a slow grin formed on his face.
Reaching forward, he tucked a strand of hair carefully behind her ear and carefully traced his finger against her ear and along her jaw. Her face, her features, had very interesting shapes making up her lovely appearance. He wanted to remember it lest he lose her once more in the fray.
"You are quite powerful, my sweet Dodola." Hands once more on her shoulders, Veles drew her in close to him. Sliding his hands down her arms, he rested them against her petite waist as he dropped his head down. Though his lips came so close to hers, he never allowed himself a kiss. "So very powerful, and I will not allow them to take it from you."