"Y'mean you won't receive my body, Thrace? Real cheap of you. As usual. I thought that's what the whole struggle here was..."

Speaking of struggle, Wolfwood bounces down on the balls of his feet, voice a low groan that buzzes through them, his fingers tight around her. He takes it inch by inch, and then, then-- he slams down hard, only to rise up with a tremble and a pivot, again and again he does this until he's breathless, until his voice is robbed from him. Honeyed eyes squeeze shut as his mouth slants.