Azarphy looked confused by this version of Emery, who had such a sad look in his eyes and as soon as he used his power to read the bishop's mind there was a jumble of thoughts, memories and regrets, with characters he could barely make out with so many chaotic thoughts that ran through that beautiful head.
Emery's touch was very soft and warm, so different from the initial aggressive attitude, the long pale fingers tracing the ebony dark skin as if trying to memorize the shape of the lips and the strong features of the strong face of Azarphy's human form.
"Who is Ade?" Azarphy asked, taking a step back, leaving Emery's hand cold from the lack of warmth from his skin.
Emery bit his red lips hard, he really wanted to say that he (Azarphy) is Ade, but he knew he couldn't do that.
