"I don't want someone else," he says, like it's simple fact. When Professor Rammsteiner moves away he follows, robes whispering against the cold stone floor. It would be so, so easy to bind him to that chair and take what he wants.

Well, not exactly. He's not interested in forcing anyone. It's the only thing that stays his hand. He simply stands behind Heine's chair, a quiet, unrelenting shadow. "You're trying to run from me."