Asmael
His sapphire eyes showed surprise at her sudden gesture, and he accepted the kiss without resistance. The sweet nectar was familiar to him, but there was something more to it. It was a taste closer to...
He held his temple with his hand, as if keeping a haze in check. This was the one drunkenness that his purity could not cleanse, the original sin rushed into his memory all over again.
Filthy. Filthy. Filthy. Filthy. Filthy. Filthy. Filthy. Filthy. Filthy. Filthy. And yet, this sinful taste made his heart throb as well. Such was his curse and contradiction as one of the former fallen.
"I didn't ask or want for anything. The only one you should be asking that is yourself." He smiled, accepting her lust and sin as he would accept any other's. As the archangel known as the seducer, administered as God's judge and executioner, he knew the nature of desire better than any of his brethren. His soul kept stirring her feelings and twisting them, yes, but it could only give a push. In the end, the freedom not to choose, the freedom not to think, both were hers and only hers.
"I wouldn't say I'm unhappy though. Would you let me return the favor one last time? If the one i suspect is in this ship, we may not have another chance to talk." He blushed as he said that, his voice betraying a hint of romantic feelings for the snake.