"I am not immortal, lofty, mighty, or magnificent. I cannot be, because I am just a man." Every word was bitten off, drawn from a place that simmered in neglect for too long. Ice-blue eyes, eyes that saw too much, saw through my careful pretenses, searched my own. "I am only a man." ... We met in a collision that should have rocked the very foundations of the Citadel. Arin's mouth slanted over mine, arms weaving steel bands arounds my waist to pull me tight against his chest. I buried my hands in his soft hair, dislodging his circlet.

THIS SCENE GOD!!!! i wouldn't mind waiting until book 2 for it honestly but i am quite satisfied even after this re-read. the fact that he is so self aware just makes it better, painting himself so human for her and then they cant resist it anymore. just perfect