Percy sighs, his hands resting at the small of her back, keeping her there with him. What he wants more than anything is this moment, stretched out further than he's capable of right now. What he gets is a taste of her mouth, the well-built shape of her, and the knowledge that he couldn't do a good job of ravishing her right now if he tried. There's a little smile at his lips as he says, "I was afraid you'd say that."

Rest, then. Rest, and a meal, and perhaps after that, they can see what the evening holds for them both.

He can feel what Vex already knew as he walks over to his side of the bed: He really has pushed himself too far today. Sitting down at the edge of the mattress - and feeling a dull ache in his chest that means take a break, you idiot, you've done enough today - he starts to pull at his boots.