He knew she was impatient, with or without her comments or her huffing. He didn't care - with his own kind, there was no doubt. It could be as quick or slow as they wanted, all communicated with a touch, but Vanessa was still too alien.

"Hardly," he growled into her ear. A dark promise, again, of the future. He took his time, but he didn't exactly make her wait, either, pulling his hand back before too long. After that it took him a moment to puzzle out a few anatomical details - namely, her legs didn't bend like a protheans would - and finally settled for pulling her thighs up over the sharp rise of his hips.

Propping himself up on his elbows again, weight between their legs, he twisted his hips and pushed inside of her.