Adrien lay again with his back on the floor; as he gasped for air, his body intermittently rose to touch Val's. He closed his eyes as Val ran his hands through his hair. "Tell me how your dream continued".

Adrien turned his head to the side as he tried to recall. When he did, a shudder ran through his body. He exhaled. "You... you were naked... and -- you... your tendrils were out".

"You dreamed of that?", Val smiled, his eyes sparkling. He undressed by his magic - the hand of Adrien's will. Revealed in blue glow, the epicenter of his pulse shifted downwards and to the intricate patterns on his lower torso; with a sigh it collected, then radiated outwards. Six threads of black smoke flowed out from Val's body; they coiled and curled as they grew longer - a crown of black wings unfurled, darker than the darkest velvet, darker than any imagination.