her breath caught as his touch roamed her body, eyes squeezing a little tighter as he explored her wet sex with a thick finger. Concentrating as best she could upon his question, she nodded, hand lifting to run her fingertips over the damage she'd made in the table's surface. "Yes; the damage, once done, cannot be eradicated; it can only be moved, to something else living or once-living, as this table beneath me was once a fine tree..." she trailed off, caressing the wood, and she smiled sadly. "...and I think that you would not have taken kindly to me trying to give my hurts unto you."