"Just once, hmm?" he asked, a little skeptically. "But, yes, it is much more fun." He drew her into another kiss, laying her back on the bedroll, and moving to a more dominant position, on top of her. "As for my god... I worship the Dark Prince, Asmodeus," he said, with a warm and hungry smile, though she might notice that he'd positioned herself to restrain her, in case she reacted poorly to his reply; he continued to tease her, and, if she didn't react poorly, would begin kissing along her neck and shoulders, but if she did, he wouldn't hesitate to use his weight and position to keep her still.