The darkness incarnate was no stranger to sinister emotions, but as he tuned Xehanort's ramblings out his mind began to wander into unknown territory.
Something more than the pungent darkness within her had drawn him, something he was not akin to.
With each daydream, his thoughts plunged further than the previous.
What did her skin feel like?
Teeth just barely grazing flesh, earning a soft noise of approval.
A vision of her naked form.
{E/C} casting a wanton gaze at him as he-
"Are you listening to me, boy?"
Vanitas scowled within his helm.
Foiled once again.