Minerva's senses suddenly detected something, causing her to wake up. Upon opening her eyes, she gasped. In front of her stood the winged-man in the trench coat. His wings were out of sight so she assumed that he could absorb his as she could hers. Her senses told her to fight or take flight but she did neither. Part of her felt no fear. Part of her was getting a feeling of kindness and loneliness from him. She decided to listen to that part of herself and sat there, waiting for him to make a move.
The man took a step forward before grabbing her wist and pulling her to her feet. He sniffed her neck, brushing against her so closely that his hat was knocked off. She was surprised. His skin was a strange shade of green. His face had two folds of skin coming down from the sides of his nose to a few centimeters off of his jaw. His teeth were sharp fangs and his long silvery hair started a little ways down the back of his head. There were a few slightly darker green marks on his face as well. Two came from the back of his head to just above his eyes. Two others came around his face from the sides and stopped at the edge of his eyes. But most surprising of all were his eyes. They were a crystal blue with small specks of gold.
He noticed her staring and slightly smiled. Their eyes met and a small shine of understanding glinted in them. He sniffed her again. This time, she sniffed him back. Oddly enough, he smelled good. She couldn't place the smell but for some reason, it was arousing her. His eyes widened and he pulled her to him. He wasn't sure why but something was telling him to take her back to his House of Pain. He listened to the voice and spread his wings. When she didn't fight to get free, he leaped into the air and flew back to his home, a church he called his House of Pain.
Am I going too fast?