Her breath on his neck was almost enough to push him over the edge, Phonos teasing the precipice from which he wondered if he could ever return. The first time, she had been confused. The second, there was alcohol. Both had explanations and justifications that could be dismissed and understood, if one ignored the accompanying emotional complications. Which he did. But this..

It was her words that caused him to fall. The man gave up trying to control himself in that moment. His head turned to catch her lips, pressing into her. It was uncharacteristically aggressive of the normally apathetic man, all the pent up rage of her questions, his feelings, Helenus, Makaria, and everything else all pouring into that kiss.

His hands, no longer bound to his sides, lifted to firmly grab her waist. He was already trying to move her backward, to follow her to the wall where he could use the resistance to his advantage. If he was going to succumb to pleasure, he may as well dive in. Murder did not do things by halves and he wants her body against his, to feel her, in the concrete, tangible sense.