There are shields. She respects that. Doesn't drop her innermost ones either. Draws on the Green and keeps the Grey close. But she shares bits, mostly emotion, matching passion for passion, letting desire spiral between them, showing him what he's doing to her. Wonder. Delight. Threads of joy as her body responds to the heat and power.

A louder moan as sparks dance along her skin. She lets her own power out a bit more, sliding it over him, sharpening the press of nails more than they should be without artifice.

She moves against him, just a bit, as her lips move from his to trail along his jaw, tasting the salt of his skin, then down his neck, little touches of tongue and teeth, sharper, then gentler, testing what he likes.