He enjoyed this quiet intimacy, a proper afterglow and peace after the wild and frenzied coupling from moments before. They didn't have time to properly enjoy the feelings afterwards, basking in the presence of the other and the feel of having someone in their arms. Not just someone, but someone that belonged to them, that made them feel whole.

His hands roam over her, pausing at the marks he's made and the clear bruises and bites left behind. He doesn't know if he should apologize for that or not, or even address them. He had lost control when he slipped inside her, letting his blood shift him from stability to something rivaling madness. He can't even remember what he was thinking, only that he needed to possess and claim her after so long a separation. She didn't seem to mind at least.

"No," he shook his head, leaning back against the damp stones. "I didn't see any reason to visit." Which was true and also missing the larger picture. "You weren't here. Why come to this district when I couldn't go home to you?"

It was hard to explain, but he trusted her to know his meaning.