Mirai dreamed of her hands climbing his back, stretched out on their palms and proceeding to push against his clothing, encouraging him to homage her by possessing the entirety of her beauty.

He had even kissed the top of her head with a loving "Don't worry" and his fingers had dug and buried and caught and twined strands of her hair. They were rising upwards, clutching at more hair this side and that, as they continued into the smooth-soft sides of her face.

They made tiny gestures there and it showed that he had been caught in her affection. There was no mistaking that his eyes were desirous as well as shrewd. He loved magical mystery like the way a dragon loved gold. Still, there was something kind about the look he gave.

"You act like it's been hard," he said. "I'll make it fun when I can. I will be your-"

He unhooked his arms and his fingers lifted from her face - only to return a moment later. In fact, they seemed to touch her more tenderly than before and brushed up and down her cheekbones.

"Sorry. I guess I'm forcing your decision." He remembered the incident that had triggered her awakening, and stepped back.