"All right."<br/><br/>She lets her arms drop readily enough, and does not object to his holding her hand.  Lying quietly in the darkness, she seems to drop off...<br/><br/>But Kisame has only just begun to stroke himself when she rolls onto one side, pulls her hand free of his, and reaches out to brush her fingers across his hardness with almost tender reverence.<br/><br/>"H-here,<em>Kisame-sama</em>...l-let me...help you..."