Astrid can't help but giggle as John starts helping, out of both happiness and pleasure.  "Ah, you're sweet."  For a moment, she's tempted to just let him keep going, but thinks better of it and reaches down to pull him back up to his previous position.  "Here, I think I'm ready to go, actually.  I'm Astrid, by the way," she remembers to say as he moves back.<br/>Once he's comfortably seated again, she lifts herself up onto his lap, still not touching his penis.  "Just one thing, John..." she says innocently, laying her left hand on his cheek and making sure he's looking right at her.<br/>Then, still as casual as anything, she holds up her right hand just in front of his eyes, index finger extended, and draws on a small amount of power, conjuring a candle-sized mote of golden Summer fire on her fingertip.  "If you or any of your friends still have designs on robbing or killing us," she says in a suddenly dangerous tone, "I'll be using a little more of<i>this</i>to make sure you end up with a lot less of<i>that</i>."  She points the flame down at his groin to clarify her meaning.  "Are we understood?"