If it meant saving Liam's soul, if it had been something far greater; he would have done it in a heartbeat-- would have thrown his vows away if it had meant saving if only one person-- he would have done it. In tales, people were saved by love at it's purest common denominator. That did not make this any less complicated to him however and so he felt the way that Liam's fingers fell from his belt and he let out a breath.

Oh but he was only a red-blooded man, he experienced temptation far greater then most, it always was said that forbidden fruit tasted the sweetest and Liam's kiss still burned upon his tongue.

However he leaned down then, brushed a dark curl from forehead and pressed his lips against that forehead. It would feel like a benediction, but it would also bear heat-- not uncomfortable but still weight to it. "I need to get back." that kiss was an apology too, that he could not betray his vows; there was regret behind it that he could not.