She pouts, slightly, at his request. "But, that's the source of most of the fun," she whines, slightly, grinning, before giving a<em>very</em>pleased moan, as she's impaled. "That, ahh, that was the p-plan, anyway. And... and your little toy robots," she says, with a wicked gleam in her eye. "... might have a little trouble... ah, adapting, to Faerie." She moans louder, her tails wrapping around him, surprisingly long, for how short they look on her; long enough to wrap all the way around his back, apparently extendable.