"I apologize, Ma Joie." He bowed so low she thought he meant to kiss the floor. Then, barely raising he looked back into her eyes, making her heart go wild again. "I should 'ave warned you. I do not need to speak the way, with my vocals, as others might. It is much more efficient and far more..." He stood straight and took a few steps closer. So close that she could feel the heat of his body. "...comforting to use the mind. Don't you think?" He was looking at her with those eyes and was so close she could smell him. His scent was a mix of deep forest wind and sweet spice.
Ignoring everything he just said and the look of his body, the thought of being attacked flooded her mind. In fear, she backed away, once again feeling trapped and alone with a man. Even the walls themselves seemed to be closing in and stealing the air from the room.
