[ As opposed to his normal indifference, there is some response to her touch. He tilts his head up as her fingers slide into his hair, his lips part just slightly as her fingers draw across them. Something about his altered state of mind makes this so much more enticing than normal. He still hesitates to reach out for her, the feeling that he's prey in another predator's lair extremely hard for him to shake. ]
I'm learning. [ He manages to say and it's true. The idea of wanting anything is still so alien to him, but he's adjusting to it. Berserker meets her gaze, a glimmer of something behind the usual coldness. ] Come as close as you want.
[ Because that mattered to him suddenly and not in a practical way. The water's chill is getting to him, too, and maybe her body will be warmer than that. It's curiosity, danger, and instinct mixing to be something undeniable intoxicating and alluring. ]
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I'm learning. [ He manages to say and it's true. The idea of wanting anything is still so alien to him, but he's adjusting to it. Berserker meets her gaze, a glimmer of something behind the usual coldness. ] Come as close as you want.
[ Because that mattered to him suddenly and not in a practical way. The water's chill is getting to him, too, and maybe her body will be warmer than that. It's curiosity, danger, and instinct mixing to be something undeniable intoxicating and alluring. ]