The first stroke, metal cold against her sensitive skin, made her inhale sharply, and when a fingertip of the gauntlet slid into her folds she outright gasped, and grabbed at his wrist to try to stay his hand, looking up under his visor.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Garamond;">"No! Please, I... I will, but... when we stop for the night. When there is no need for more travel, when daylight is gone,"</span>she suggested, attempting to bargain with him - willingness in return for a delay.