[Zen sucks in a breath, sharp and low, at even the slightest feeling her fingers left atop his skin. It was such a rush to be pinned down and helpless, completely at his companion's mercy, especially with that look in her eyes. He could have sworn that he saw them flicker with a fiery red for a moment... or was that just his gaze reflecting off hers? (The level of attractiveness was much like a mirror facing another! Infinite beauty!!)

His thoughts were distracted with the way that her teeth threatened to pierce skin, and with the deliberate touch against his sword, the flesh getting rock hard with each breath of hers against his exposed skin.]

I guarantee I can withstand, Yang, the Great and Mighty Dragon of the Sun! [Each word is said flawlessly, her words like lines he had to memorize in seconds.] I can withstand for several minutes, actually!