Orenda pulled her hand away slowly with a sigh, giving him full control of his body. "I can do what ever I want to someone, if I want to forget who they are, or hurt or kill themselves..." She trailed off sadly. She took a deep breath sharply.
"I placed you on your knees because that was the first thing that came to mind, but you are quite taller then me when your standing," She spoke, her words gently. She knew he was scared, she could feel it, especially when she was touching him. She looked down, crossing her arms slightly so he wouldn't thank that she was going to try to touch him and control him again.
"If the church found out they would either kill me or use me to do there bidding, I would be the biggest political tool ever. I don't want to be a piece in the game of politics," She confessed, she feared it, she didn't want to be used.
"I touch your scar because it intrigued me, it its self is almost hypnotizing. It makes your face more attractive then it would be with out it," She admits looking down, she didn't know what made her say it. It was the truth, but she would usually never say that. A soft pink blush flooded her face.