Xenathiel quirks one sculpted brow and folds her arms over her small breasts, the leather and stud armor seeming to swell with one ired breath.  "I didn't realize that rescue-sex was an expectation."  She smirks slightly.  "If it was, I think I'd have slept a little less last night."  Her face mimics a pantomime of pensive consideration.  "Though probably more soundly..."