He couldn't help but be more gentle with her than with any woman or man he'd come in contact with, she looked so delicate. Even if looks were deceiving, he treated her like an overly budded rose, and touched her skin lightly, letting his fingers wander down to her blouse, leaving a light trail of tacky, drying blood in his hand's wake. "Look at you, so perfect." He murmured, easing the button out of its eyelet and tracing down to the topmost tip of her scar. He leaned down to give Sadako's jaw a kiss, and then her neck, sinking to his knees as he worked her blouse free and undone, kissing down her breasts. He wanted to delight in her flesh, just as much as he'd wanted to kill tonight.