She would always listen to his protests, ALWAYS.

She makes a pleased hum at his quip and his kisses to her jawline. "Her valiant knight who so graciously satisfies her appetites," she quips back.

His 'come hither' pose works very well indeed. She crawls onto the bed after him never looking away once. "Such a sweet temptation you make, sprawled like that," she speaks, voice low and rough.

She's on her hands and knees over him, mouthing his neck, 'nipping' him ever so lightly on the throat.