He smiled up at her, one hand still rubbing her throat, the other moving along her flank as she curled around him. "Maybe later. Right now, just relax, and let me admire you."<br/><br/>He was going to use that time to actually check her mental status, though he didn't hold out much hope. In a sudden flash of insight, he realized that the brass had been remodeled to appear more like a gold. He allowed himself a small, sad snort. Apparently he and the red had had more in common than he had realized, both of them were attracted to golds more than other colors. He then focused, and began the long task of ensuring that she was, in fact, broken beyond any hope of repair.