If he took him like this then one day in the future he might hate Andras and blame him.
Or come to regret what happened tonight and Andras did not want that impending doom hanging over his head like the sword of Damocles.
Andras could admit that he was lacking in the sensitivity department.
Even though he was married before he and Lady Kirsten did not get along and she had always taken other lovers before her untimely death.
Robin had chosen him and he did not want to fail him despite having little to no experience in meeting the emotional needs of others he felt certain that this was the right choice to make.
He watched Robin sleep peacefully for a few minutes before he tidied then got dressed.
Then Andras kissed Robin's forehead before leaving the cabin.
Robin knew it had to be a dream yet it felt so vivid and real.
In his dreams Andras sat upon a demonic looking throne wearing a sparkling gold crown with two humongous horns that stuck out from his long silver mane.
