He wanted to flinch from her touch, but for some reason he forced himself to remain still. Perhaps it was penance--he couldn't quite remember, but he thought he may have hurt this person, or anyway the person this demon or whatever represented.

At her touch, something unlocked. A name, a whisper through his mind

"Diana," he breathed, staring at her. "No. No, no no. This is... that was a dream."