"In a sense, I suppose yes," Neron murmurs, his voice quiet and intimate given that he's speaking, for the most part, into the soft curves of her flesh. "My family had quite a twisted way of keeping us close, of teaching us what was acceptable and what wasn't. Pain became a thrill to me - that's why I needed to get rid of it." Hence his Ascension. But there are a few times, lately, where he's not sure whether that was completely the right choice. Times like right now.
Still, it isn't quite like the thrill that shivers up the length of his spine to hear Morgan say that she wants him, Neron savouring the moans that he coaxes from her, the reaction from his touch. "There's a way," he says suddenly, the words slipping out before he can find a way to phrase it a bit more delicately.
Drawing back and gazing up at her with hooded eyes, he flashes a lopsided smile. "There's a place in the Hollowed Grounds, blessed by Frey. It restores those kinds of... feelings, to Ascended."
