[she walks her fingers up from his shoulder, over the side of his face, to play and tug at his hair gently. the scent of him fills the air even if it's trapped beneath the sheets and clothes. her thighs squeeze his waist. continuing the routine she follows of keeping her victims pleasant and as calm as possible, she adapts to soothe. she's unable to hide the smile of amusement, though.]

So many feelings at once! You will get food in the morning.

[a slight push into that hungry mind of his, made easy from her stroll into his dreamscape. nails scratch along his scalp in slow circles as she tips her head to mimic him.]

Now is the time to rest, Path. You...want to go back into that dream, do you not?