"God is not always merciful," Vanessa told him with a hint of a sad smile. She took that step closer then, and touched tentative fingers to his cheek, rather than his wing again, before pressing her lips to his in a somewhat chaste kiss. She was so attuned to him then, from the tarot, from her need to be, that she had another flash of what it had been like to be him - or rather, them. Her breath quickened, and her eyes fluttered open again to find his. "This is not wrong, is it?"