Michael wrapped his arms around her waist. He was blushing crimson, his mind also numb due to the move he just made. He could feel Grima trying to wrest control as he kissed Issa, the fell dragon despising this act of passion. Grima growled in his mind. "Stop defying me! That wretch is poisoning your mind with her affection! Allow me control!" I responded to him. "I won't let you harm her. Especially by using me..." Grima laughs at this. "Fool...you're my vessel. I have control over everything!"