Sawtooth Spire He's a man of few words, but he talks a lot within.

the heady grip of her body sent mahler into a low keen, exhaled against the curve of her skull. spurred by the fragrance of nyx' beckoning, mahler set a rhythm for them that brought her close against his chest.
gracefully nyx fit into the arch of his body; the gargoyle was swallowed by a myriad sensation that threatened his control. a slow melt began in his limbs, and mahler drew in hoarsely as he began to ebb at the rein.