Mictain grinned. "I think I would like that," he said. Then, however, a thought rose into his mind, a thought horrible enough to mute even the growing lustful cries of his most demonic instincts.

"Are you sure about this, Raphael?" he asked softly, caressing the other's cheek. "I don't want you to do anything because you are scared or feel like you have to. I don't want to mess this up once again."