... like Pygmalion and Galatea. Although it is true that Aphrodite brought the latter to life.

[slowly he brings his hand up eichi's chest, fingers splayed]

However... you may be right. My imagination can conjure you up quite well. Funnily enough, even when I daydream of you, you are still cruel to me. You possess my body and bind me, mock me, laugh at me... and I fight you every step of the way, but in the end, I can do nothing but give in.

I am not satisfied by that, though. I want the real you. Even if that means facing the "you" that wants to brutalize me. Or the "you" that calls himself a devil. Ah, I suppose I am reinforcing that by calling you an incubus...

We are not lovers, no. But neither are we just two people who have sex--we are something else. And I want to find out what that is.