His minstrations were oddly affectionate. His fingers continued to stroke at her in appreciation and despite her nerves they never did anything more invasive than rest against her lips. Once or twice they curled up and onto her shoulders to smooth across her skin, as though brush out some invisible wrinkles.<br/><br/>It got a little worse when Molly decided that she was done and rolled Zoey round to work lightly over what little muscle she had on her front to get sore. Her eyes rolled at the remnants of some big pinkish welts, and she wedged a questioning eyebrow up when Quentin shifted to ensure that he could tease her chest as well as her features.<br/><br/>The reason for his change in heart wasn't entirely obvious. Apparently he wanted to thank Zoey and ensure her loyalty stretched further still, but that certainly didn't rule out an ulterior motive. "Are you comfortable my pet?" He mused out loud, to a particularly unimpressed roll of Molly's eyes.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>