[He commits fully to it, then, placing his hand on her shoulder. Drawing her in, closing his eyes and sighing into their passionate kiss. He can't help the rocking movement of his hips against her open legs. It's too tempting, too natural feeling. He breaks the kiss, gasping, suddenly aware of the cup of tea now that a little has sloshed over the edge.]

Fury, tell me they gifted you with a softer bed than the hay-filled one. You will need aught with more give to receive me tonight.