Syrisa was having trouble not pouncing the gorgeous Amazon when her strong hands simply kept toying with her. She too was amazed at how easy it was for her lover to heat her up. Thankfully Emma relented, but Syrisa again made a mental note to change her underwear before they left. The kiss though brief left the little mage purring when the tall blonde pulled away. She blushed slightly but smiled up at her bodyguard.<br/><br/><span style="color: indigo">"I think that is a good idea. Not too much. I would not want to overwhelm you. I think the dress is almost taking care of that all on its own."</span>her eyes twinkled mischievously as she led Emma back to the bed, crawling around to kneel behind her and humming softly as she began to comb out her hair. She worked with calm, methodical strokes and carefully combed the sex-mussed hair back into order.<span style="color: indigo">"Oh my Emma, I think I found some twigs in your hair, perhaps you need to more routinely take your helmet off for a while." </span>She teased with a giggle.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>