Sin's eyes are warm and deep, holding so much promise. He kisses Athelstan, taking the historian's hands in his and laying him back down on the grass. Warm breasts brush against his side as Sin kneels over him, a hand still on his wrists.

"Close your eyes and feel. Close your eyes and let the world take you. I have hold of you, I won't let you float away. You're safe with me." He chants rhythmic, singing Athelstan further into the trance. He presses a finger to Athelstan's lips and past them, encouraging him to suck."