"As am I," she responds with a grin, gesturing toward the marks he'd left on her legs where he'd gripped her tightly. She feels a pleasurable ache within as well, from how roughly he'd driven himself inside her.

That he's built for rough, that he enjoys it is another significant mark of compatibility between the two of them. Not everyone was suited for the kind of sharp edged passion she embodied and expresses; not to mention her magic - something that is an integral part of her, and at times has it's own chaotic expression, as evidenced by the still slightly electric feel to the air around them.

She's content to lay here with him in the afterglow of their shared pleasure, her fingertips trailing along the line of his jaw as she studies his features appreciatively; her eyes drifting toward his lips just before he asks her if she'd like a drink.

"In a moment," she responds, leaning in to press her lips against his in another slow, languid kiss. "First I wanted to do that," she grins as she pulls back. "A drink would be lovely. Water," she clarifies; considering their vigorous activities, she's rather parched but hadn't really noticed until he'd mentioned it.