Del stares into his face and runs a hand over the back of her neck, her fingers brushing through her hair. "I... don't know that yet. I've known you for... perhaps, a week, and- I don't want to jump into a relationship with someone whose armor can drive him to rape!" She sighs.
"This isn't solely an issue of your body- if it were, I would have been willing to let you stay again three nights ago, and we'd have seen what happened. I've seen you absentmindedly shape runes into my face, without thinking- and that kind of power isn't something I want around."