Neverwinter Forest it's about progress

It's enough to make his head spin, but Zephyr is stubbornly stuck on the aspect that bothers him most. He needs to know that his desire had been his, and Mal is right; the only way to figure that out is to get cleaned up. What if I do want it, even without the scent? He wonders, mostly because he isn't really sure what would come next. He starts to groom himself without waiting for an answer, suddenly uncomfortable with the way the scent still seems to cloud his mind. His thoughts keep leading back to Mal's touch, to how it might feel to go further. And now that he isn't sure these thoughts are his own, they aren't entirely enjoyable.