She smiles and nods, and impales herself on him, with that. From there, she holds almost nothing back; it's less like making love to a woman, and more like trying to ride a thunderstorm, or a tsunami. She doesn't let up, or slow down, at all; in fact, she almost seems to grow wilder, building up towards a crescendo, as the first rays of dawn begin to lighten the sky.<br/><br/>As the sky begins to turn to the gray of almost-dawn, she repeats the question a third time; this time, only a single additional hook is felt, though it feels like it going straight through his heart.