Honeyed Pasture the gentle moonlight

It was a good thing that he had reunited with Hydra prior to this moment - else Revui would not have been able to curb his enthusiasm, as uncontrollable within him as any other emotion he had thus far experienced. His sister's words held weight now; while on any other day the power of words did not hold a candle to the strength of actions, the conversation was still fresh enough to be useful in this tenuous moment. Hydra would not want him to follow through with what his body asked of him.

In a moment of hesitation (which one could argue was a moment of fealty to his queen) he stopped short and turned away, snorting, clearing his nose and by proxy his mind, of whatever allure the girl had. The power of her spell had not been broken entirely - there was lust in his eyes even if Revui could not identify it himself, and he felt rigid in places he had never experienced before - and should he have tried to approach her, there would be a tight feeling to his belly.

The girl's words came next. They shot at him like tiny meteors, and he seemed to duck away from them as readily as he might a snap of the teeth. How would Hydra have reacted to this moment, he wondered... No doubt, she would drive this girl away from the mountain, and it occurred to him in painfully slow succession that that was his job; not only to protect her from foreign men, but to keep the rival women from bedding anyone of Moonspear - himself included, despite his lack of affiliation.

A low rumble started at the back of his throat, then. He glared at the girl's dark face and locked his eyes with her own, but did not advance to do her harm - yet. Instead he chose his words with care. You... Must leave. But oh, how he wanted her to stay !