Redsand Canyon you were baptized in ice [m]

He closed his eyes at her comforting touch; it soothed away some of his fear. That and the logic she presented him with. 

He lightly nuzzled her cheek and planted soft kisses there as she spoke. He couldn't help it; she was right there, telling him things to quiet his fears. He had to touch her. 

She made some good points, though. The imperator and matrona could keep an eye on things. And Kallik had mentioned to Germanicus once before that taking a wife might help him restrain himself better. Kallik was a lot of things, but unfaithful was not one of them. They would not be suggesting marriage to the leading pair, but this, courting or dating or whatever, was just as effective. He didn't want anyone else, anyway, and he would die before doing something to hurt Aquene. 

She mentioned being able to keep herself from conceiving, and his eyebrows lifted some in surprise. I didn't know that was possible, he told her. Truthfully, he didn't know much about the process at all—more proof he shouldn't marry or have children any time soon. He remembered the way that woman had smelled, the one he had gotten in trouble for being with. That was an impossible scent to ignore, and if it was coming from his healer— Aquene. The word was soft but filled with uncertainty. If your scent changes, he shook his head. I am not sure I will be able to stay away from you. He pressed his face into her delicate cheek. I should not be anyone's father. He had way too much to figure out about himself. He still harbored way too much anger for his own father, and he worried how that would affect his own abilities as one.