The surge of power catches her so completely off guard, she screams and climaxes, almost instantly, her hand squeezing his shoulder almost bone-crushingly tight, as she jumps and writhes on his lap. It takes almost a minute before she recovers, still trembling. "I... I think I... understand..." she pants out, trying to regain her professionalism. "So. It changes. Based on... on what your target might be most susceptible to?" She blinks and shivers. "That might prove... useful information, at the least."