Dimaethor frowned as the elf left, wondering if her words were true. It was hard to believe, but he felt that he had to, if only to have some shred of hope that the elven woman had some kindness in her body. Closing his eyes, he sat against the couch which sat before the fireplace, sighing. After a brief while, he fell asleep, exhausted from all that had happened. When he awoke, sunlight was streaming in through the windows and the fire had burned down to embers. Blinking, he yawned, squinting against the sudden light. Stretching, he stood up, moving to the kitchen and filling a cup with water. Going to the remains of the fire, he tossed the water onto it, coughing as some rushed up, though most of it went up the chimney. Pulling the tunic back on, he fumbled with the buttons again before getting it done properly. Going to the bedroom he had claimed, he changed into cleaner clothes, deciding that it wouldn't do to be grimy his entire stay there. ----- Failen let out a surprised shout as Talen laid him down and kissed him, but he quickly began returning it, loving the rough way he kissed him. It was his first, and he loved every moment of it. Reaching up, his hands were soon gripping the front of Talen's shirt, moaning softly. When the kiss ended, he was left wanting more, his breathing now heavy. Hearing how Talen begged for him, he nodded quickly, wanting the human on top of him with his entire being. Without a moment's thought, he was unbuttoning his tunic, tossing it to the foot of the bed. "Please...take me..." he breathed, a dark blush crossing his cheeks as he thought of the view Talen must have of his bare chest.