Suddenly, he became aware. Calypso was of his and represented a significant part of his blood, but he knew that he neither wanted her nor was wanted by her. Shaken by an unfamiliar discomfort, he stopped kissing her. Scorpius had sought her total devotion, and had had obtained it, but it was clear that there was no romantic feeling between them and never could be if every kiss had to be the result of a rough claim. At least, it was merely too soon for them to be together, just like she'd said.