Her body pressed against his, the pain of her nails on his back, the feel of her face beneath his fingertips, the noises she makes. It's all Phonos can do not to lose his mind, to succumb to every part of it while the rest of him is screaming how wrong this is and bringing about such discomfort as to almost make him sick.

He stills in his movements again, holding there, tense and angry, while he tries to work through the conflicting ideas and physical responses to her. The way she looks, so desperate and eager, is something he could not have envisioned in his wildest dreams. That Melinoe should ever want him like this had barely crossed his mind and never as any realistic outcome. Yet here she was- is. And the sight of her is flawless and some part of him worries as much about ruining this, ruining her, as engaging in where they're headed.

Phonos drops his head beside hers, hot breath beating heavily against her neck as his eyes drift closed in contemplation. He makes no move to stop the hands wandering down to his belt, but he hasn't moved beyond the shifting of his head.

"We shouldn't do this," he murmurs. "I don't want to do this. You deserve better than this. You deserve better than me."

It's a compilation of ideas. Both that she's too good for him and that he has no desire to take her in a stopped and dirty elevator like this. He wants her in his apartment, in her bed. At least for the first time, if he can be so bold as to allow his thoughts to wander that way. It feels too daring. His breathing still heavy on her neck, his body still responding to her, and yet his mind trying so desperately to tear him away.