He'd traveled the world for years alone, he wasn't sure he knew what it felt like to let another be a part of it. Yet, this little Muse seemed so sure of herself and of what she was willing to offer. He was still a man, had his own urges, though he'd not been anything like the men she'd run into his first night meeting her. He would not be disrespectful to her in that way, but he could not deny that something signaled in the way she touched him, as feathery and innocent a touch it was.

He stared at her soft eyes for what felt like an eternity. Searching in their gaze. "Proves your strength."