He knew better than to take that bait about big dogs. A Rivaini would never really understand.

"He wasn't interested. And no, it wasn't- that-" he remarked, cut off once more by Isabela's teeth sinking into him. Shit. He really had to get it together or she was going to end up embarrassing him more than he was already assuming she was going to embarrass him.

Finally stripped all the way, he sat up on his elbows so as not to look both naked and completely overwhelmed. As Isabela sportingly asked him about flexibility, he immediately remembered his previous thoughts on the matter.

"You're going to need to be a lot more specific than that," he warned her.