Ode could care less about the fact that she was taking his heat. It was his to give after all, and he could always make more. He could handle temperatures after all, both hot or cold, but he wanted Perish to be warm. Somehow, he wished that he could heat her up, that he could help her to regain what would feel like...being alive again. That she could feel the warmth within her and spread throughout her body and fill her very soul. The bard was talking again in his head, it was a strange habit of his really.
He lived with it nicely though.
It helped him live.
Just like Perish would. She was stuck in a rut, he didn't know how long she had really been in this position of her life...how long she had suffered through this sort of thing. He could help her though, he could pull her from this spot of hers. Again, the romantic bard in him pictured wings, pulling her from the ground into the air to soar with him. Ah, he could have all sorts of adventures that was for sure. He just hoped that she wanted to stay around with him, and it seemed all the more as she pressed herself against him even more.
Hopefully his warmth and the fire would help to heat everything up with him.
He probably should have used a different word than wrong. He meant it in a completely different way, and her frown made his own face become saddened. "No I meant...that it's wrong. Not that you're wrong, that no one should be without a little warmth, a good touch or two, that sort of thing. I meant that...that your unlife has been wrong to you...but not for much longer." He'd make sure that her unlife was better now, when they got to the city, ah the fun they were gonna have. Teach her things like a hot bath, the importance of a hot bath, and relaxing in a small park watching people go by. Oh yes...the plans that were out there!
Ode's hand slowly ran along her cheek, cupping the bottom of her chin in his hand as he pulled her so she could look at him. "It's supposed to make you feel warm, to make you tingle slightly...a good...pleasurable feeling should make your knees weak...and you should feel it..." He thought about it, his free hand coming to run along her spine. "Right along here. That's a really good feeling of pleasure though. You'll know pleasure though, whether it's just from a touch of an...an..." Oh what the heck was that word? Something zone. "Well, a pleasure zone really. Spots on a person that gives them that feeling of pleasure. It's all mental really...I knew a girl who had this one spot on her foot...drove her wild apparently." She however, had been a firmly married woman, and her husband had been a braggart. He had thought about becoming her shoe for a day and seeing if he could find it that way but...something had told him not to. Probably for the best really.
"Everyone's different though Perish. Everyone has different spots...and everyone finds different touches pleasurable." He didn't want her to feel bad about not finding it pleasurable. His arms went about her again, one more around her waist, the other more around her shoulders, holding her close to him, hugging her tight.
He could try more sorts of things, a massage, kisses, more touches, there were things that he could do, but things that he shouldn't. After all, they had just met.
"One day though, we might find something Perish. What about my music? or my stories? Did those stir any happy feelings in you?" There was a story that he could recall, one that might help to give a little perspective even.
"I have a tale to tell you...it's about a man who got lost in the desert. This man wasn't the best man in the world. He had been a merchant, a very greedy merchant who prized gold and silver above the lives of his family, of his clients, of even the men who he had paid and swore to protect him. This man became lost in a sand storm, he had become separated from his caravan. He had only a horse to carry him through the sand, and so he pushed the animal as hard as he could. Two days passed as he wandered with his horse. By some grace of fate, he came across a strange figure in the desert. The figure was a woman as it turned out as he approached her. She led him to a small patch of Cacti. She had no wineskin with her, no water pouch or anything of that sorts, yet she cut open the cacti and let him drink the juices, as well as his horse." Ode spoke in such strange tones, his voice was thick with emotion as he spoke and told her this story.
"The last cacti was cut open and she offered it to him, even though he could tell she needed it more. He took it from her for a moment before he gave it back to her. She gratefully drank the juices of the cactus. Two days later, the trio emerged from the desert, the nomad having led him and his horse safely from the desert. He realized, that without her, he would have died in the desert, and if he had greedily taken the last cacti from her, she would have died in the desert and he would have been lost forever. Despite the fact that she was dehydrated and dying of thirst, she had still offered it to him. He didn't know why, he didn't understand, but...he had been grateful anyway. She had saved him, without wanting anything, without asking for a reward, and she had almost given her life to a complete stranger." Ode liked that story, he had heard it a long time ago, and it was a very compelling story really. It had everything in it, it was rather good for this current situation as well.