When he wanted to have sex, he usually took care of that himself and then brooded about his life, but Wrath did not need to know that.

"I just don't think it's a good idea," George said, squeezing her shoulder gently. "Under different circumstances, then yeah, we could...but just not the way things are now."

He was aware that he was close to babbling, but his thoughts were all a jumble. Because Wrath was beautiful and he cared about her very much, but he was pretty sure sleeping with her might eventally reverse all the progress that'd been made. Sex made people do strange things.