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Devlin could feel the stroke of her hands as she moved and his hands slightly quivered a bit as he turned into a shade of red. He felt somehow trapped due to her advances and slowly backed away further towards the head of the bed trying to think of a strategy using his quick thinking. Lord he hated it when predicaments like this were trying to get the better of him. "Uhh, Please do not tempt me, I am not so willing to anything you would try to do on me. I mean, I am not as good a specimen as you may lead me to believe, I mean." He tried to think of a bunch of excuses from the top of his head to try and get her distracted whilst he thought of a way out of his predicament.

"Shoot, She'll probably bar the door and I don't have a whole ton of energy to jump into my full form and fly around back to the entrance of the temple, which is also foolish cause it might attract the attention of unwanted guests." He thought as his eyes dart around the room to find at least something to try and get out of this metaphorical ensnarement. "Oh bother...."