Hunger, guilt, and regret rolled over Kersen. "It's not you," he said, trying to speak louder. "I am so sorry. I just... I can't. I have to go." The expression on his face was a clear mixture of regret and lust as he looked at Michael, and before he could react, Kersen spun and moved away from him, towards the crowd of people. He could feel the blood pumping in everyone there, and he needed to get out before he did something stupid.