Iramaat's fingers scratch against his scalp in lazy circles as she starts to come down from that high and she starts to recover, bit by bit. She peers at him with a few bleary blinks and a very blissed-out looking smile.

"You make me believe it. Oh, that was... that was fantastic. Why haven't we done this before?"

Her legs relax, but she doesn't quite release him yet.

"I feel like I'm going to just melt into this bench."