Kateesha woke the following evening in the barn, Jorick already gone. He returned, fully fed, and they mounted up in silence. She could feel his anger at himself and at her. That he refused to enjoy his carnal side was a mystery to her. That it must always be coaxed and culled. She supposed it must come from some strictness in his mortal years, some upbringing that even immortality could not erode. But the morals felt ridiculous, even more so coming from him.
Still, she let him wallow in his regret, let him sulk, just as she let Shawnine sulk when the mood struck her. It was the best way to handle children.