Snippet #2274484

Aleph realized that she was not going to let this go, and that she was insistent on having him sleep with her. Quite honestly, he was tired from the day and simply wanted to gain some rest. He wasn't able nor had he the will to argue his own point, because doing too much would be disrespectful, which he didn't want.

Aleph inhaled deeply.

"You are correct; I wish not to 'bed' anyone with whom I am not in love with. It's just...." he trailed off, realizing what he might have said would be fairly awkward. "....Then I guess I shall." he accepted defeat and began plucking off each part of his armor, after 'unlocking' it by depressing a part on his armor, just before where his shoulder-plate SHOULD have been. He had long ago lost both in a conflict. The button had released the pressure the armor put on Aleph, and instantly seemed ever the more bulky when he did so, but it did allow him to remove it.

What remained on Aleph's body was his blue, torn tunic... and his chiseled abs. The split tunic revealed a bigger scar upon his chest, which ran vertically down, obviously caused by a bladed weapon. There were very small scars, indicators of his battles, but they were insignificant, and didn't really ruin his body like the big one. Protecting Faith's innocence was a pair of faded-black pants, which didn't seem as if they were special in any way. They weren't. Once he was finished setting his armor aside, he did not go to look for a wardrobe or clothes. Aleph was told that stealing clothing from the deceased brought bad luck, and the people of this home might have been deceased.

So, he continued over to the bed, the opposite side, and slid himself into it. He felt odd, considering he was in a bed, with a woman, but luckily, he didn't think much of it now that he was in the bed. "I wish you goodnight, Faith." he finally said, turning to face away so as not to disgust her with his own failure - his own reminder that he was a horrible person that lay on his chest.