The halfling's grip continues to tighten as your release pours into her, filling her to the point where you can actually feel your own seed starting to drip back out around your hilt... until it becomes clear that she's no longer embracing you, but actually clinging to you, holding you tight as if she fears to let you go.<br/><br/>But eventually, all good things must end... and as your heart rate begins to slow, you feel the halfling's grip on your shoulders begin to loosen, and she settles down in a ball against your chest.<br/><br/>"Ha. I think that may be the best compliment of all... to think that I have taken the smooth-talker beyond his capability for speech, and left him so dumb-struck that he can't even form a sentence..." Small, soft lips brush against your throat, and the halfling goes about untangling her arms from her make-shift bonds without pulling away from your embrace. "Truly an accomplishment."