"Well yes, I know whatever that was was going into the damned thing. That's what I was supposed to do I thought? I didn't know the thing would go flying off like a rock in a sling. Much less destroy a rather nice vase that I took from the home of my last idiot challenger." Darius didn't know whether he should have felt relieved or terrified that<em>that</em>was inside him. Gwen was supposed to be the one able to level cities with unseen forces, not him. Idly, he rubbed at his chest as if he could push it from his body.<br/><br/>"Perhaps when things have calmed down after whatever it is we have to do to cement our unique... situation. I don't need to be worried about making anything other than that pretty little cunt explode on my shaft later this evening. Rest assured, that I'm already dangerously low on self-control, so you may want to pick up the pace on your magicking." Reaching down, he cupped her chin, thumb running across her lower lip possessively. "Besides, if we intend on trying more things like that, I need to clear out my trophies and other things breakable."<br/><br/>Finally able to stand after kicking a few of the sharper shards away, Darius intoned, "Speaking of breakable things, a mirror was requested. The dress will have to come off once more."<br/><br/>The angry red color on her shoulder had faded for the most part from what he could see underneath the thick cream. Which meant the burning pain would be gone as well. It would still have to be reapplied though to be sure that the skin retained its flexibility. Pants hanging dangerously low on his hips, Darius hefted a large mirror, about the side of his upper torso, and lay it flat on the bed across the room. "Get on all fours above the mirror. You should be able to see your backside when you look down in the reflection above."