Deepwood Weald Construct my summer home.

Something changed, and he didn't know what, but he felt it in the uncomfortable skip of his heartbeat - the stirring of an unfamiliar sensation in his loins. Suddenly his mouth dried and he simply stared right back at Huā, who gazed at him in a manner no one else ever had.

Hungrily, almost? He wasn't sure, yet felt the rebellious desire to pursue her for more. Still, he'd made a promise to Hydra and Dirge. To disobey his leaders pissed on every value he'd been reared to follow, every single thing he'd ever believed in.

"Yes, that..." blink, blink, "it would be disrespectful to ignore her wishes." Yet there he was, tentatively creeping closer even as he spoke those words, eager to better explore and test his limits.