The dull, lulling voice of Damien's forced relaxation and a near hypnotic like state for Merope. The girl easily moved her hands underneath his coat, pulling out his probably tucked shirt and taking a tense breath as she touched the skin of his bare back. Granted, her hands were cold and his back was warm, but she retracted a little,"I-I'm sorry, I'm sorry.." She took a deep breath, finding comfort in his touch.
"I can't help but feel you might not want this..--Might not think I'm wort-- I don't deserve this." Merope said bluntly, clutching him tighter as if she were afraid he'd disappear forever.