"There is no spell I know of either," he admits. "I would trust you, but it would not be something I would seek unless you felt comfortable."

Part of him still feels as if 'something' happened the night on the beach, with her hands buried deep in his wings, the stars in his eyes reflecting upon his soul as they came to ecstasy. But it is a feeling he still has not pinned down, or been able to clarify. So he does not mention it...

He stretches his body out beside her.

"And I would desire you," he says, playfully. "I do desire you. I seem to recall before I fell asleep, that you mentioned perhaps YOU claiming me, atop this treasure hoard of yours?"