Sighing happily - he cannot believe that SHE would dream of HIM most nights - he nuzzles his lips against her neck, pressing kisses (as she describes what he did for her to coax her to climax) to her skin softly while she tells him of her dream.

"That sounds lovely," he mutters playfully, letting his fingertips skate along her ribs, tracing lines on her body through the chiton. "I am honored to know that you have had me on your mind so often, Goddess. Perhaps it helps to explain why I am so drawn to these woods, find them such a sanctuary..."