"Shakespeare was full of shit." She felt that roll of his hips and moved to feel the way the head of his cock pressed, then glided against her sex. Not quite inside her, not yet, but he'd be able to feel that she was wet. "You've got some high hopes there for your turnaround time, buddy. Don't make me actually hope for a good time."

For a guy that had been splashed across papers like he had, he was surprisingly normal. But then again, she knew better than most to ignore what was in the papers. There was a deeper truth to it all, especially in regards to those of the enhanced variety. Besides, having been in something of a similar, yet shorter held situation as he had... she got it. "Now stop yacking and start fucking."