I know how to make a woman love me. It's like a game, really - I can say just the right thing to her, and soon she's all over me. I've always had the ability to seduce a woman... But then she came along. Maybe it was the fact that she was a child when I first met her - or maybe, it was because she had been introduced to me by the best woman I'd ever been with: Mia Fey. After I "came back from the dead", I committed a crime and was charged with the murder of her mother. As a result, I was sentanced to time in prison. She visited me in prison... And I just listened to her. Listened to her talk about the weather, about life in Kurain, about missing Mia...

When I was released, she was right there waiting for me. She threw her arms around me and pressed her nose to my chest.

"You don't smell like coffee anymore, Diego."

"Prison can do that to a man, Maya."

We went to a coffee shop and just sat, listening to the jazz band play. She snuggled into my arms as time went by, growing quiet as the sun set. Her skin was so soft and white- like her sister, and yet... Not at all like Mia. I stroked her face absently, and felt her shiver against my chest. She ran her fingers along my jaw, feeling the rough, uneven stubble. I ran my fingers through her hair, she loosened my tie. I loosened her hair from its various bindings, she removed my tie altogether.

We left the coffee shop and got a hotel room. She took off my vest, I untied her acolyte's robe. She unbuttoned my shirt, I removed the robe. She ran her fingers up my chest, I ran mine down her back. When our lips touched, her mouth opened before I asked it to, and her hands came up to my face to remove my mask. I guided her fingers to the edges and together we took it off. I heard her place it on the floor next to the bed. It was soon joined by a shirt... A dress... A pair of pants... Her fingertips raced through my hair, mine danced over her belly. She wrapped herself around me, and I pulled her closer. Electricity flowed through us, fire filled our veins. She met me in the middle with a passion a whimpered for me with a longing I had never heard. She cried out once, her body tightening around me - trapping me, freeing me. She relaxed, pain forgotten, and gazed up at me in ecstatic wonder. She covered my chest with tiny kisses, I left her collarbone covered in bite marks. She pulled me to her, begging for more, and I was happy to oblige.

When we awoke, we were wrapped in each other's arms. She kissed my chin, I kissed her sleep-mussed hair. She smiled at me sleepily, drawing lazy circles on my chest. I smiled back, and we began all over again.

I know how to make a woman love me... But for the first time in my life, I've let one take the lead - and I like the results.