This scent. He has smelled it before. He grabs her wrist tighter, bringing it closer to his nose. His eyes fluttering and going hazy, "I could've sworn I smelled this fragrance before."

His voice is breathy, and his breathing is getting heavier. What kind of perfume is she wearing? His Lemurian self is going crazy.

When she asks if he's okay, and cups his cheek, he almost starts purring. It's getting too much. "It must be an allergic reaction. This isn't perfume. How dare they use such underhanded methods to trap me..."

Rafayel can't stop smelling her wrist despite the complains leaving his lips. Hearing her confusion, he frowns at her, eyes glassy. "Who gave you the perfume? Who sent it?"

Grabbing both of her wrists, he stares at her eyes with a look of contemplation. "You're gonna lock me up again... You're with them, I just know it. Don't think I'm unaware of what you're about to do."

"I won't fall for it again. Not this time."