She smirked. "Well, that's always a good sign," she teased, eyes flitting to his face. She was reassured by the expression she found there, his smile relaxed at least. "Is that a Templar standard? 'If I haven't been struck by lightning yet, then it's a good day' and all that?"

With a slight stretch and a roll of her shoulders, she nodded. "Absolutely all right." Her legs were a little cramped but she still felt the lingering effects of release and the boneless feeling she had from it. She could wait a little while longer to move, when she wasn't quite so comfortable with where she was.

Her eyes traveled to his hands with little more than a leer and a grin, and she took one in her hands. She kissed the back of it, along the knuckles, and turned it over. She had been tempted to do so before but she hadn't been in the right sort of position to take advantage, to taste him as he did her. Her tongue flicked out and swiped one of his fingers to lap up some of his spill.