Trish blushes profusely as she sees the puddle- and spatters- her release had left behind all over the wall, and cleans herself off on shaky legs. Hell, she actually has to lean against the wall once or twice to keep from falling over! And of course, the older woman is already back to normal... how come<em>she</em>didn't even have a hint of jelly-legs? Hell, when the woman comes to give her a hug, Trish's knees almost give out beneath her! She can barely look at the woman without twitching in post-orgasmic pleasure, or blushing profusely... there's no way she'd be able to eat like everything is normal.<br/><br/>"I... um... N-no thanks." She says, giving Elisabeth what is probably a pretty lame attempt at a polite or casual smile. Partially because she's feeling a bit dopey from her release still... and partially because every time she sees the woman's lips curl up in that smirk, Trish hears her voice in the back of her head, demanding obedience and claiming herself as<em>mistress</em>. Couple that with the throbbing, and not-unpleasant aching in her nethers, and the courier has a hard time keeping her heart from racing and flooding her cheeks once again. "I... maybe I should go home, get some rest."<br/><br/>She tentatively approaches the desk, going to grab a carton of chinese food and the bottle of creme liqueur- after all, never turn down a free meal- and tries one last time to meet the woman's gaze.<br/><br/>"I... I'll call you if I need anything, for sure..."<br/><br/>And with that, the younger woman turns and practically bolts from the office...