Victor was taken by surprise when Alice leaned back in to kiss him again. Being oblivious to a woman's desires was not something that ever happened to him, until now. He figured all of the blushing and awkwardness was perhaps just part of her nature. Of a refined, classy woman. But he had completely misread the situation, but he wasn't not upset about the thrill he got from being startled like this.

He lightheartedly chuckled at her inexperience - but not with malicious intent - he thought it was adorable. Adorable? Who had Victor become? He never felt a soft spot for a person other than his mother and brothers a day in his life. Part of him was confused by this, but the other part of Victor  decided to indulge in the moment for what it was. Whatever it was.

He embraced her with more force as he kissed her passionately, a hand lightly gripping the back of her neck as the other one moved to her back. She did not seemed to have any hesitation which made the guilt that he could have felt nonexistent. Right then, he was only focused on Alice. Her beauty. How delicate she was compared to him. 

But then, guilt began to crawl up Victor's spine once again. He had so many women before. He wasn't the respectable man she had probably always dreamed about this moment with. He thought that maybe he should, for once, be the responsible one in the situation occurring in his room at the inn.

He broke away from her and looked her in the eyes sternly. "Alice, I do not want you to regret me. I am sure there are many eligible bachelors at the port dreaming of yoi. I would hate it if you were saddened when you looked back on this moment." Vic brushed a piece of hair out of her face without breaking his gaze. "I do not want you to hate me."