Blade listens to her talk, glancing between her and the ring of ice. That was some kind of natural power she had there. It lent credibility to the idea that she was a queen in a previous life. If this was her when she lost some control in her pleasure, then when she had full control it must be a sight to see. Again he found himself glad that she was one of the angels. He was glad of that in a few different ways, of course. The thought made him grin a little.

"You know, I was going to torch the house. Then I thought I might keep it. But on second thought, maybe you should. You clearly ain't meant for the city. Maybe you can find more of yourself here."

The difficulty she had dancing around what had seemed to be wrong for a moment just underlined how big the issue probably was. It also highlighted the importance of not pursuing it further. She was right, no need to ruin the moment. He perfectly understood the need to keep some things private, and he wouldn't push her on the point. If she wanted to mention it, she would later. If not, she wouldn't.

"Guess they wouldn't be. But it's okay." His hand caressed her face once more before it fell away. "You'll sort through them, Maeve, and figure out who Maeve is. That's what's important."