"I made you this way for an utter reason." He said, walking over to your side and leaning his weight on it with his pale, slim hands supporting him up. "Because I knew you were being tormented by your dark past. Your thoughts." He leaned down a little bit more, just to be stopped by the back of your hand in his face. He chuckled. "Hands don't phase me one bit, ma chere." He explained, before cupping your face and kissing you to take you out of your triggered state.