Hallbjorn remained propped up above her until her eyes opened. Then, as the amber faded from her eyes, he moved to lie down beside her. He thought about tasting the wetness on his fingers - she had been so wet - but ultimately he discarded that notion. It might excite her - it would excite him! - again and with excitement came that ache that was like pain for her. And Hallbjorn did not want her to hurt. Her nails in his shoulders had not hurt him. Her nails had not become claws yet, and besides, he was accustomed to much greater physical trauma than that.<br/><br/>He gave Kara a small, soft smile when she proclaimed 'wow.' He was struck by the expression that preceded it. While she giggled softly, he detected a soft rap on the door to their suite. "Our food is here." The large man told her softly, leaning over to gently brush his lips across hers. Then he rolled over and his feet touched the floor and he went off to meet the bellboy. It was a strategic withdrawal. He was tempted to do more to Kara - to give her more first experiences of this nature. But that was too risky. Gods, only this was too risky. He could hurt her or worse so easily. Some of her strength had come in, but there was no telling if she was more resilient than a mortal yet and if he harmed her it could leave a mark that would last for eternity. And it only got worse from there.<br/><br/>Hallbjorn tipped the bellboy and wheeled the cart with their food in. He brought it to the bedroom. There was a large flatscreen there too - there was another out in the main sitting area, and Hallbjorn had thought for them to sit at a table and eat while they watched a film. Hallbjorn moved around the bed and arranged some pillows, then propped Kara up on them. Maybe it was not strictly needed but he wanted to. He thought about it for a moment, and then he moved to remove her boots. It should not have excited him to remove her footwear, but it did. He also liked them on, and he thought about her wearing them while they made love. His hand grasped the heel as he worked one boot off, and he could imagine it digging into his flesh as her legs wrapped around him. With motions that showed he was exercising a lot of control, Hallbjorn stood each boot up neatly at Kara's side of the bed.<br/><br/>He moved over and grasped the remote and her plate from the cart, sitting down close to her. The large man turned on the television. He used the remote to navigate the selection of on-demand films, and found one that he enjoyed. He selected a Wuxia film titled House of Flying Daggers. It was a film that was as much about drama and emotion as it was stylish visual and choreography. As the film began, Hallbjorn began to cut Kara's steak into pieces for her. The rich juices pooled around the meat, and Hallbjorn took care to dip a piece into the delicious red before he held the fork for her to eat. The plate was balanced on the blond Berserker's lap, and his free hand was cupped under the meat to catch any dripping so it would not spill on her and ruin her new top.