The room carried a quiet stillness, its interior shaped with a refined magical aesthetic, soft golden light reflecting off smooth stone walls etched faintly with runic patterns, the air warm and enclosed as Damon sat at the edge of the bed while Zarhka stood a few steps away from him.
"It will only be physical… there will be nothing emotional in it," Damon said, his tone controlled and deliberate, "you won't expect anything from me, I will treat you with respect, and wouldn't harm you in any way…"
Zarhka nodded immediately, as though such conditions were not only acceptable, but expected.
"Dat is obvious," she replied, her heavy, rolled accent carrying a natural certainty, "we do not mix strength with confusion."
Damon let out a quiet breath.
"Let's begin."
