Cultivated energy-? Why... I am unfamiliar. To me... it feels like raw, unfiltered energy of the soul, tapped freely into.... ooh- [She's in his lap! Well. He's. Not about to toss her away. Sherwood's gaze also drops unceremoniously to drink her in. Her breasts are lovely, supple and at attention. To say he doesn't want more now that he's rock hard again, filled to the proverbial brim with new energy, would be a lie. A disservice to himself and her, he's pretty certain.]

Hello, again. I suppose I spoke too soon, saying this would be quick between us.