And then it happened. Like a magnet, she was suddenly there, pressing up against him. Had gone from standing, to a form of black swishing vapour, then perfectly physical, once again.

He should be feeling free, save for her. But the very air, itself, seemed to be pressing in around him from every conceivable angle, like a bubble of air sticking to one's skin in a lake of oil.

"I want..."

Head tilted, but there for all the erstwhile seductiveness about their entwined position, it was like being looked at under a microscope. Studied.

And there was a very literal purr. Not like some friendly kitten's. More like a dragon's. A very hungry dragon, indeed.

"I want you to unleash... I want you to become."