Merope felt as if she lost control, her hands became loose and she closed her eyes. She knew to an extent that he held no feelings for her, she knew that she was just nearly nothing for him. While he touched her, she was insecure but at the same time, she couldn't pull away from him. Damien's fingers gave her a sensation that she particularly adored very much, her relaxation came back, holding still for the most part.
"What do you want from me? I know this can't be free or that you really want me. Just look at me." She frowned, looking down at her homeless-looking clothing compared to his own.