Damien did very little in order to cause her to desire him, she melted underneath his smile, his voice and actions. "I worry about you, I worry very much." Merope closed her eyes, she sighed as his finger stroked down her cheek. Unliked before, she couldn't resist her urges to love on him, her hand moved to touch his face and pull it close. This time she didn't kiss him, she just set there beside him with her eyes on his for a moment before looking away.
"Damien..." She whispered, so close to his mouth without actually having them touch.