deep into that darkness peering

A slow, rather pleased looking smile pulled on the young man's mouth as he watched Maeve come down from her high. A little dry, rather smug... he knew what kind of house this was. What kind of activities one usually engaged in. To bring about that look on her face without even laying a single finger on her... well. Even though some measure of silence had been allowed to settle now, the raven man would not let go of the lute. His hands kept stroking it's neck and body, every once in a while plucking a single note from a string to be left shimmering in the stillness. He couldn't stop. Did not want to let go. Not even the low growl of his stomach, startling and abrupt, managed to make him stir. He did flush a little though, and that smugness vanished from his face like so much smoke. Torn, he glanced between the lute and the food. Craving both, needing both. K O R B I N It's a lie for a lie and I'm getting tired An old lullabye, drifting through the sky