"Let me look upon you." So dé·jà vu. Only this time, he was not testing her resolve. Too, he didn't sense there'd be any more reluctance buried in her. More walls had been breached and toppled in these past few hours... than in the months long campaign in which the cavalries of Cos had managed to crumble the walls of Ar. His grey eyes remained fixed, unblinking... seeking the inroads to her soul through her own.

At a word. A mere glance. The woman had bared herself inside and out to the Metal Worker. Exposed the innermost intimacies of both mind and body to him. Her fears and initial trepidations the catalyst that made him burn ever hotter for her. Until he must have her. Until nothing less would sate. Until no inch was left upon her, unsmelled. Untasted. Unloved.