Grishka whimpered when she felt Viloet upon her chest. Every fiber of her being fought losing her focus upon the arcane symbol she had been drawing. The glowing pulsed, as if a warning to the caster that she wasn't winning.<br/><br/>Eyes shut and fingers shaking, Grishka tried to drown out the sensation - atleast momentarily. 'Cheeky little so-and-s' "Mmahh!" Her eyes shot open and her world went white. In her shudder and the bucking of her hips, her concentration and the symbol shattered. Sweat began beading, one hand tentatively nibbled upon while the other insistently caressed Vilo's head. If there were a thought in her mind at the moment, it would have been along the lines of 'well, nothing wrong with the old fashioned way.'