Altar of Twilight I know you are a [m]an of honor, I'm so sorry to bother you at home

She wasn't sure if she should regard him with the sincerity his words suggested. He was caught in the web of her heat, manipulated by the pheromones in the air; surely the words came from somewhere real in his heart, but could she trust him? She knew he only had her best interests at heart, and yet he simply wanted her for himself at the same time. Potema's body was protesting her mind's lack of action; the presence of a male, no matter whom, infuriated her loins, setting her on fire from the inside out. She wanted him, and now. Her tongue snaked out to caress his throat, Yes, She breathed, unable to take it anymore.