The crone shook her head slightly, only a small smile on her lips. She looked up at him, her hands playing over his jaw and neck, up to his hair and down to his shoulders.
"You are not invincible, Viking. You died once, you could die again." She lifted up slightly, pressing her lips to his.
"I wish the boy would see that you are not the threat he imagines. Perhaps he has." She smiled softly.
"He does not anger as quickly when you are mentioned. Perhaps he will see that you wish to help him, even if you are a little crude about it." Her leg squeezed him, and it was soon joined by her other leg, capturing him, pulling him closer.
"But, I will protect you where I can." Her arms slid about his neck and shoulders to pull him down, to hold him close to her. Her lips pressed to his jaw, his ear, his neck. She was growing to expect this surge of feeling she felt for him at tines; caring for her charge as she led him or her along a path was only barely acceptable. This was not that feeling. It was one that spoke of an equality and a belonging; even as the Adversary's sorceress, she did not feel such. Before the Viking had come, when she had the City's power to do as she pleased, it still was not this. She steeled herself for his reaction, knowing he'd feel it.
She tried to focus the discussion before she became so protective of and invested in him. True, she was always invested in the vampire, but the investment went beyond use and opportunity. They had been enjoying themselves after all.