It was her words that recalled himself to himself, and he realized that he might have been being slightly dishonest without meaning to. Damn his condition. He sighed inside and opened his mind as he spoke passionately, quietly, and looked at her.
"Some experiments are too dangerous to conduct, however, and can be discussed in words, in ways, and in means, but not in actions. Some experiments must only be theoretical, for the pursuit of their actualities opens up mortal dangers that any ethical scientist must then acknowledge and look at. Pursuing the quest for a way around those dangers is noteworthy and ongoing hope, but sometimes no manipulation or deviation can be allowed lest the attentions brought bring doom upon that which is seen and treasured and harm upon that which is most desired of all."
His voice was eloquent, his eyes spoke of sorrow and regret, and yet lust, and he looked away in the end, working the controls to maneuver what was there and mixing to the mixes she had pulled together, performing the magic of science when he could not possibly do the other magic he so wished to do. He longed to fuck her, to make love to her, across these lab tables, and yet... he could not, Or else the other guy would come out, and she would be dead, as simply as that. His back was bowed as he worked, and he felt a great weight upon it again, as he had for a very long time.