“I am unworthy of touching you like this, my angel,” Vessel whispered. “You’re too holy for my tainted hands.” Their bedroom was dark, lit by candles. Vessel undresses them gently. Kneeling, he whispers, “But Sleep must have gifted you to me for a reason… And I intend to worship you like He intended me to.” He touches them respectfully, expressing his love and devotion. “I will do my best to please you, my darling. Let me show you my love.”