Phoenix Maplewood bad moon rising

And while he does not believe in fate and fables he cannot escape the symbolism presented before him — lilies, the chaste flower of innocence, the bud of eroticism; a woman with the same name standing in front of him who is both toying with him yet ashamed of her sex!  

It is a shame that holding this power over her does not bring him sensual pleasure.  If he were a truly evil man he could easily take her now, but the thought does not cross his mind.  Instead he darts towards her with a quick snap of his jaws to tease the air at her hocks, and he comes too-close behind her, the length of his body against her fear bristled tail.  He chooses to ignore her inquiry.

Do you know how the lily got its pistil?