He took his time, though his pace and attitude varied, sometimes soft and caressing, others hard and dominating, keeping her guessing. He only was able to spare an hour before he collapsed, rolling his shoulders, not used to standing sex, though he knew she would not be satisfied, only sated for the moment. Still, it would hopefully give him time to work without too many interruptions. At least until something exploded. Or caught on fire. Or one of the minions played with a frost ray again. Or worse, the frost ray exploded and set the minion on fire. Or something else entirely.<br/><br/>He pulled Elizabeth into his lap, letting her curl about him like a cat, while he worked on the armor around her as best he could.