"They likely speak the truth," Skellig admits, his expression softer. He is obviously not a woman, and not experienced it himself, but there have been other sources he has gathered information from. "But I will not just 'take you' as another man might, with no regard for your comfort."

He allows his mouth to wander her fingertips, trailing over her wrist, her forearm, kisses tracing invisible lines over her skin.

"And I...I do not believe my kind is capable of fathering offspring," he adds. "Or at least, I am not. It has not been a concern before, when I have laid with another."

(Granted, many of those encounters were one-night stands. But he would be able to sense a child of his, if one had been born. Part of him just knows this, though he isn't certain of how he knows.)