Finis Chaldea

[Apollymi]

So many things swam through the mind of Artoria Pendragon as her mind and body seemed to separate. Her mouth was moving, ah, but there was something in it. Someone else's tongue. She was moving against it, struggling to maintain herself. She was fighting and fight she would. Each movement against her was something to rebel against. She would not be tamed. "Oha~" that little noise that slipped out was an act of rebellion not a cause for surrender. Why was this man's chest so firm?

Wrong question. The King of Heroes grip on her body changed. He gripped her by the waist, her body couldn't move away? Good, she would not be backing down right now. Actually, he was so warm and firm all over. Not just his chest, but his entire torso was filled with muscle, even her own body felt soft against it. She moaned more and melted, how dare her body enjoy this contrast? That was actually pretty terrifying as a thought, since when did she care about winning a battle like this? When did she begin to wonder about the feeling of his flesh against her own? Her body was half-instinct but all fight. This was a battle she would not fall this day. But that build had her legs shift just slightly. Why did she do that? There was an almost electric feeling in her loins. Why did it feel like this? She could only wonder, but having her avenues of exit sealed off she could only move forward. As she kissed she found her tongue so busy that she could not move past this point in her own mouth. Were his defenses really so firm? Whatever, she'd find her footing eventually, right? Whatever the case, her body was still behaving as it wished, that hand at the back of his neck was no longer necessary so her fingertips danced across his shoulders. Much like she inspected weaponry the feeling of muscles beneath the skin became something to be just as entranced by as the heat of his body.

[Bloodedge]

Infinitely interesting was Artoria's refusal to quit. That, too, was a thing to exploit. Any chance of escape had been taken from her for the near future, and what was she to do? She loosed his neck, shifting that hand onto his shoulder instead. With the other still exploring his musculature, it seemed the Queen of Knights had an interest in Gilgamesh's build. She'd only become more familiar with it over time, until none knew it better than her; he would see to that himself. Rebellious as the sound passing her lips may have been in the woman's mind, it only reached the king's ear as an adorable little sign of submission. Even an act of aggression, when contributing to an advancement to Gilgamesh's original plan, could only be his victory. Had the mind finally collapsed? There was a possibility.

Ah, but there was much more still to come. She hadn't seen the last of even his simplest efforts, but with her own advances becoming more common, he broke from her lips at last. This did not equal any form of separation, though. No, his tongue remained extended as he tilted her head, possessively tracing a line up her cheek with that moist, heated muscle. The king was grinning and staring into Artoria's eyes all the while, and once his tongue returned to its home, there were finally a few words to offer. "H'oh? Have you finally come to realize what hilt you should truly be grasping? The one knife handle you are free to grasp as you fall asleep every night? I assure you, taking hold of my divine tool will bring you much more comfort than a man-made one~"

[Apollymi]

Artoria was set in the idea that she would fight this man at every point he presented himself. Of course, this wasn't completely a violence thing, but instead simply the way of her mind. Every interaction was a battle she would aim for victory, supremacy and any other form of domination and tyranny she could manage. Of course, with those things would come her glory whenever she actually managed to do the things she said. Was she interested in his physical form? A bit, at the very least she was curious and every place her finger tips touched made her more so than she was initially.

Ah but he finally pulled away from her mouth and what would he do with the space created? His tongue still protruding a possessive lick came to the side of her face? Why did he just lick her face? She didn't hate it but why do it? How was she supposed to feel about that? All the while the King of Heroes was making eye contact and grinning at the Queen of Knight still held tightly in his embrace. "I... what?" she didn't even really know how to begin asking about that facial lick. And beyond that there was now a huge problem. A tool she should hold while sleeping. His divine tool? She heard these words, processed them, the light in her eyes practically flickering as she figured out his meaning. She was almost unsurprised he meant this statement just as she interpreted it, but more than that... she now had an image in her head. "How? How would I even do that?" she asked. Of course, she asked because she had images in her head, but given how she liked to sleep holding knives, how was she to hold his tool in its place? Were they to spoon, with her as the big spoon? Was she to sleep curled up facing him? Maybe on top of him using him as a pillow? That one could probably work but... "Wait. No. We should not do anything like that. Why would you put an image like that in my head and why did you lick my face? Why does nothing about you make sense to me?!" she wasn't even trying to wrest herself from his grip. Her brain had simply gone too far, and now her face was heated, her loins still tingled, but why did the King of Heroes continue to put such strange images in her head?

[Bloodedge]

Curiosity was expressed once more. This came as no surprise; Artoria never knew the truth of his lesser intentions. Oh well; it only truly mattered that she knew and understood the greatest intention of all, as her doing so was the major key in his acquisition of her. When he spoke on the matter of her holding his tool at night, her first question was in regards to functionality. How would she do that? Oh, he'd have her know numerous ways to accomplish such a thing. She could even fall asleep while it remained inside her, if she liked. Ah... but that was a very separate fantasy and possibility.

Alas, she backtracked as she always would. The Queen of Knights truly thought she could get away with claiming they should do no such thing, when she'd already indirectly admitted to her own consideration. "Why would I not put such things in your head? These images you now have are worth investment. Does it not set fire to your loins just thinking about it?" In the midst of his questioning, Gilgamesh let the hand upon Artoria's face trail downwards. His finger gently slid its way down her cheek, all the way to her chin until it abandoned her flesh completely. She wanted to know why he licked her face? She could know the truth of that as well. "I lash out at your face because it is mine to lick. I would do the same with every last inch of flesh on your form," he declared. That hand wasn't quite done moving either. Gilgamesh may have asked if mental musings affected the queen's loins, but he was not only one to question. No, there was another reaction he thought to test for himself─ the reaction that would come as his descending hand grasped at Artoria Pendragon's womanhood through the ludicrous layers of fabric she wore. Of course, this action took its purpose from the whole of their discussion. "And I will pay special attention here as I'm sure you understand by now."

[Apollymi]

Artoria had fully tried to abandon the extra thoughts she had, but Gilgamesh was content to put more things in her head. Still he answered her questions more honestly than she'd expected. Why shouldn't he put such ideas in her head? According to him they were worth investment? He even questioned if such thoughts set her loins on fire. Hm, that took consideration, would she lie to the King of Heroes? No, that she could not do in the face of his honesty, even so admitting such a thing felt like treason against her person. "You would not for the sake of my sanity. It puts questions in my mind. Of the variety that I have never once given consideration across two lifespans..." Artoria had gone back to being evasive, just a little. She always would when she didn't directly wish to lie, but when telling the truth was not a viable option. She considered it strategizing.

Ah, but what about the licking of her face? Apparently, that was done as a simple mark of possession and he continued to say he would do so with every inch of her body. How strange that was for him to admit. "You realize that is a ridiculous thing to say?! And that is it even more ridiculous to mean it?!" she asked near outrage even as a finger slowly trailed down her face. She should have been more aware of him by now. Every time he touched her, the body she inhabited went more and more outside of her own control. That in and of itself was problematic to the way her mind worked. Where would that hand go once leaving her face? It'd take grip of her womanhood, sending a spike of feeling straight up her spine which made her mouth open. What would she say in reaction to that sensation which was only just shy of something rather new and frightening? A little moan with a single swear, "Fuck." Yes, that was about the right response. The thought left her head without permission and she was still held in this man's grasp. "I... ah, need you to release me King of Heroes. You are too close and I am not in not used to feeling well... anything." Artoria tried for honesty, because she wasn't at all sure of her reaction but she was very certain that she was about to have a heart attack or feel some kind of explosion.

[Bloodedge]

"H'oh?" he muttered against the side of Artoria's face, his lips brushing against her cheek in the moment. She had questions floating through her mind, the likes of which she hadn't experienced in two lifetimes. Good. He was keen to know what these questions were, and how he would exploit their existence with a very physical answer. "And what manner of inquiry do you have? How long you will be capable of holding to your precious sanity? How much of me your tiny form can handle before you snap like a twig? How much of my touch you can tolerate before all other things in existence become mundane trifles? There is validity to all of these curiosities, but worry not. I offer you every chance to take advantage of heavenly bliss, even if it breaks you apart and slams the pieces back together repeatedly throughout."

Perhaps it was ridiculous of him to say he would partake of her every inch. Even in being ridiculous, however, it was very much true. More ridiculous was how she responded to his touch with an utterance so rarely allowed to pass her chaste and chivalrous lips. She demanded releasing? Those lips lied yet again, and after such a truthful moan passed them to boot. How many lifetimes would Artoria Pendragon spend running from part of herself? One might wonder. Nevertheless, Gilgamesh put forth precisely zero effort toward releasing her. She said he was too close, but he would say he was not close enough until they were joined fully. She said she was not used to feeling anything, and he reacted by pressing the tip of his middle finger to where he knew a very sensitive spot would be. She rejected the actions of her own body, and he made an order for the body to fight against oppression. "Then we must simply have you acclimated to feeling everything. The Queen of Knights has spent far too much time playing knight, and not nearly enough time being a woman. Only I am fit to solve this issue you've created for yourself."

[Apollymi]

The air from his lungs moved across her face. Each word he spoke seemed to dance across her skin. She was being made crazy by his words and his supposed questions were not doing much more for her either. He'd allow her to experience bliss. What? The happiness Artoria felt usually did not concern herself. Physical bliss was something unknown to her, unless they were talking about the thrill of victory or the gentle burn after a workout. Ugh, everything about how this man spoke to and dealt with her absolutely confused her understanding of herself. It made her question everything around her. "Those questions sound like challenges or threats... they hit my ears strangely. And I do not know this thing you speak of called bliss," she said. With red hue painting her face and her own breaths coming out in short bursts. What was she supposed to do? Should she pull away? Should she stay? Her body wished to stay, it aimed to sabotage her at every intersection. Even now she could not bring herself to pull away from him... was biology truly so strong as to force this issue?

Her elder sister had given the advice that she should stay and see something interesting and fun happen. She'd taken the opinion that giving another control of her body in anyway was a terrible idea. Even so, her own curiosity was getting the better of her. Artoria Pendragon had never questioned this... and Hoshimi Eri had never experienced anything which made her even remotely wish be in such close company with a man. The King of Heroes, was winning at holding her affections, even if she wasn't quite sure of that herself yet. And he was also rather expertly manipulating her body that she hadn't known the uses of herself. What was happening now? A finger long though it was, pressed against the spot at the apex of her legs. So sensitive this nub was, never before touched with such purpose, even indirectly. How could she do anything but moan as a new jolt of sensation sent a tingle from the base of her spine up to her brain stem. Her body seemed to have lost functionality as gooseflesh spread across her skin. She was so dangerously close to a sensation she did not know how to fight against, it was like feeling herself floating by a thread. "Aaah!~" Well there was no helping that, nor the gentle moisture unknown to her previously leaking from her loins. Still she had not removed herself. She could have. If she truly felt threatened she could have used violence to remove him from her person but she did not want to offer him that... did she wish this experience? Actually, yes... it simply seemed like a lot to undertake when she barely knew how to function while not being someone specific. "You sang to me of moderation, King of Heroes. It is contradictory for you to wish to acclimate me to everything," Artoria's came out in slow breaths as she tried and failed to get her own heartbeat under control. How strange, normally... she was tranquil as a forest stream.

[Bloodedge]

His questions were in fact challenges, but they were no mere threats. Gilgamesh never offered anyone something so simple as a threat. To Artoria and everyone else, he only delivered promises. To Artoria alone, he delivered the promise of everlasting euphoria. "I speak only the future that must be. Worry not. I have already chosen to forgive your ignorance of pleasure. It will function as greater entertainment for me as I explore every fiber of your being," he proclaimed, having decided that no part of Artoria Pendragon, physical or otherwise, would be spared his attention.

The fight was almost gone, and the flight had all but left the room already. In its place was a semblance of the bliss Artoria claimed she knew nothing about. The sound was a melody that could never be replicated by any bard, any instrument. He felt almost compelled to do more when hearing such a thing. In fact, there was an additional twitch of his finger that could only be called instinctual. He may have spoken to her about moderation, but he also spoke to her about indulgence. "Yet still, a woman you are. What sort of woman can you truly call yourself, if you allow femininity to evade you for eternity? Besides... if I am to overindulge in one more thing until it drives me to madness, why should it not be my perfect queen? The same should be said on the opposite end, don't you think?" Ah, the grandiose return to an attack on the mind. He would wear her down eventually. Soon enough, Artoria Pendragon would answer her own thirst for him, and he would rise to the occasion of quenching it with all he had. In the meantime, his own hunger would persist as he attacked these moments of receiving a simple bite or two. "Or do you think you can keep fighting me in addition to combating yourself for all eternity? Your body has yet to reject me, though your words continue insisting that I release you. Perhaps I should be offering you a different form of release? Part of you appears to desire as much."

[Apollymi]

Speaking only of the future that must be? Bloody, Clairvoyant individuals, removing choices from peoples' lives. Of course, Artoria couldn't actually blame that skill for the amount of smug Gilgamesh possessed in this moment. He was rather keenly able to manipulate her body, and seemed to take some strange form of entertainment from being the first to stir her in strange ways. "I... that is... I did not ask for forgiveness." That didn't even sound as forceful as she meant. While looking at him, while dangling on the precipice of something strange and maybe... exciting what was she supposed to say to him? That was scary... and exciting, maybe? Hoshimi Eri was never out of her depth, Artoria Pendragon was sovereign knight-queen of a nation, why did she feel like an embarrassed school girl right now?

Her body was betraying her. Her mind has started betraying her... even her own sense of self was crumbling with her curiosity. What did that little noise escaping her lips give her? It gave her another reflexive jolt caused by that finger tip still pressed against her. A spread of sensation that sent crimson down her face and neck to an extreme she wouldn't have found a way to quantify. And what words would the King of Heroes share, yes he advised moderation, but he also spoke of indulgence. He claimed there was no one else for someone like him to indulge in except his perfect queen and the same should be true on her end. Right. Those things were sensible enough, but she still hadn't agreed to his marriage proposal. She was a woman who did not understand his attraction to her, as honest and obvious as it was, it seemed illogical. Still, it was kind of something. It made her feel strange to hear such words directed solely at her. "Umphf~" those small noises seemed to escape whenever her mouth opened. "I cannot argue against the logic... But I barely considered myself anything until you made it blaringly obvious how you saw me..." she said carefully. He was still holding her body though. He would not release her. Or rather he could offer her a different kind of release? The king for her body, for this tingling feeling she now had with no idea how to deal with it? Would she fight with both herself and him forever? "I am for a battle against a formidable opponent... but I would much rather myself be in agreement about the subject," she said shortly. Still she was dangling on that thread feeling shooting down her body. "I will not deny my own curiosity, though I do not know this desire you speak of. If you would exploit the weakness of my words, I would have no one to blame but myself..." Chivalrous. Or was that a roundabout way of consenting to a release she did not fully understand? A challenge to make her regret her decision? She supposed it could be interpreted many ways but she could not deny liking being held like this, nor wanting her body to stop acting against her. If he could give her any of these things she supposed she would have a greater understanding for their next battle. Oh, but when did Artoria start looking forward to seeing the King of Heroes?

[Bloodedge]

"That is also fine. I will forgive that as well," Gilgamesh said as if he could truly pardon someone for not asking forgiveness. In truth, there was infinite excitement to be found in Artoria's chastity. He would see her every first experience for himself, and enjoy each one more as a result. Even now, even if he couldn't see the truth through his eyes, and even if she hadn't admitted it herself, Gilgamesh could tell he was the first to touch this woman in any way that produced some sort of effect. If her quantity of will existed in contrast to the amount of blood filling her face and neck, she'd have lost consciousness long ago. How exhilarating.

For once, Artoria chose to avoid arguing against something. Of course she would prefer being in agreement to the ongoing situation, but how could one ever agree to that which they knew nothing of? That would have been foolish. As such, Gilgamesh had taken it upon himself to get the proverbial wheel turning. Finally, the walls were crumbling. She said she could blame none but herself if he were to exploit her weakness. Frankly, the clause alone was titillating. The king's loins were set ablaze by the mere presence of this woman, but now, he had a glimpse of the world burning beneath that same inferno. "You speak as a warrior. Where are the words of this world's, of Gilgamesh's queen?" he wondered. His lips brushed her neck, his tongue briefly tracing her climbing pulse while his finger shifted once more. Based on that finger alone, he seemed to be... clutching? No, that wasn't quite right. In truth, Gilgamesh put forth the simple effort of pressing firmly with that finger and dragging it back toward his palm. Of course, it remained in indirect contact with Artoria's genitalia all the while. "Hmph. I wonder if you are even ready to step onto a new plane of existence, far from the meager platform you currently stand upon. You didn't have a proper view last time, did you? The sight of this world's most magnificent form, which you presently seem content to explore with your fingers like a blindman learning to read."

[Apollymi]

He'd forgive her lack of asking for forgiveness as well? Of course he would! Gilgamesh was showing himself to be quite the generous individual when it came to the Queen of Knights. Pompous, arrogant and ornery though he was from time to time, it seemed all that fell away with the notion of pleasing 'his' queen came up. She'd never been touched in a way that did anything for her. She'd never felt anything akin to desire, she still didn't quite know what to call it, even so she was drowning in it, even beneath the layers of clothing she wore. Where were the Queen's words? He wondered. He saw her speech as that of a warrior but that wasn't entirely true. "I--ah~" before she could speak properly a tongue was tracing along her neck. She definitely felt that. The grips of her fingers tightened if only for a moment as her pulse jumped in her throat. "Do not tease me, King of Heroes..." she said carefully. She was wondering plenty. How did she manage even those words? Could she manage more?

No. She had no more words to speak for a moment or two as that single finger pressed against her nether even from the outside seemed to cause the electrical pulses of her brain to cease. It was just a moment, but she could swear, there was something just on the other side of that feeling. Strangely her hips moved of their own accord, her body begging for the release she presently was just shy of, and then that finger firmly dragged towards his palm and her entire life seemed to flash before her eyes. Just an instant of feeling as she held onto him. He was saying something... She'd not seen his form properly? She had interest in it... honest words would fall from her mouth in a moment like this. "I..." she paused a tiny moan would seem to always be interrupting her. "Just maintained a curiosity. I have never really thought about the difference in my own form compared to another. I did not know it possible to feel small or soft until my hand met your chest," she said that part and meant it. "I realize you have no shame but I do not know my reaction to such a thing..." Honest. Artoria was being very honest, as her body bubbled over. What was this wetness she felt in her undergarments? Why were her legs nearly weakened? Why did she feel like she hadn't truly appreciated the sight of his nudity before? Her eyes shifted down his form for a moment and her face gained more blood. Besides her loins and her face she was quite sure her body had no blood left.

[Bloodedge]

Oh? Of all the options she had, she meekly insisted that he refrain from teasing her. Well, it was a cute attempt, if nothing else. He would not be acquiescing. The most he could actually do in response to a demand like that, was... tease her more. Ah, but a single finger was already managing that much. Artoria's body knew it was being led down a path to satisfaction. If that destination was reached, Gilgamesh had no problems with it... though he intended to hear the words of a woman rather than those of a warrior. How would he fish those out? The answer would be discovered eventually.

Artoria's physical self sought more, as it tended to even when she did not speak the words herself. Oh well. He only needed one part of her to agree; the rest would buckle over time. A curiosity, she claimed. Lies. There was no such thing as curiosity. In this world, there could only be desire! "Fuhaha! You will soon learn a multitude of feelings you've never known possible. Feelings unknown to any who walk this world, but first a sight only you have been deemed worthy of. Steel your gaze, Queen of Knights. You alone may witness perfection," he stated. Gilgamesh's arm released its grasp on the woman's back, though his hand did not move from her loins even as his clothing vanished on the spot. His full "golden" form became visible, glowing like well-polished jewels as perfection itself was left on full display. This time around, he used his free arm to gestured down the full length of his flawlessly sculpted torso, all the way down to a prime source of the King of Heroes' blatant arrogance: a firm tool that looked as if it meant to threaten the queen's diaphragm even from where it rested between them. He'd hardly been joking when he spoke of breaking her apart; many minds had been contorted by use of his most personal "treasure" in past centuries. For this woman, he frankly intended nothing less. Naturally, his smugness would only grow the moment he revealed himself. "Hmph. You may gawk and profess how awestricken you are. Marvel, flounder even, knowing my flawless form will be your first and every experience!"

[Apollymi]

Artoria had asked not to be teased. Of course, she came to realize that this likely wouldn't work in her favor. But she could not stop herself from trying. Even as her body continued to be earnestly toyed with, she found herself moving regardless. He'd released his grip on her back, but still he played with her loins. Why was he still doing that? Well, because each movement of that finger was still something she wasn't sure about. Still, it seemed to be clearing her mind in the strangest way. There was a building sensation in her loins, one which she found unfamiliar but she couldn't say she disliked.

Still Gilgamesh spoke, and his next phrase included that laugh she'd come to like but some very strange words. He'd decided only she was worthy of looking upon him? She alone could witness his perfection? Those eyes of hers shifted back to his face for a moment. He truly meant this?! She'd figured this man was some sort of hedonist in truth. She didn't understand his desire to have just her view his nudity, but she supposed that gave a bit of credence to the idea that he wanted to marry her. If her mind hadn't been so full of stuff, and so empty, she might have gotten time to think about that. He wanted to show her his body and her eyes took in his form. Unlike the last time when sheer disinterest had been all she needed to avoid truly looking. Her eyes took in his form properly this time. Golden skin, glowing eyes was this perfection? Well, her eyes had never stayed on any man so long before so there was that. But what was this? She looked down his body as he gestured and she found herself unable to comprehend the sight. What was presented in front of her, was manhood almost larger than her torso could ever be. Artoria wasn't stupid by any means. She knew how babies were made, she knew how sex worked, but... how exactly did he think he would be giving her this. "Ah~" Every time she opened her mouth she moaned, her body was more treacherous like this than it was when she hungered. Or perhaps it was just a different kind of hunger. Still taking in the length and girth of his manhood her understanding of physics was soon challenged. "No. I do not think that will work. This does not at all seem like something that will work the way I understand sex. I cannot fathom." Was that encouraging or discouraging? It was honest.

[Bloodedge]

Now, how would events play out when Gilgamesh bared himself before the Queen of Knights? He did not truly expect excitement; she seemed far too inexperienced for something like that. Actually, he was thrilled by the idea of her fear, her inability to understand how she could even begin to receive him. There did seem to be something of that ilk in the end. Her understanding of sex, limited though it was, could not even be faulted. There were sacred prostitutes within his own great city of Uruk who didn't see the possibility of being penetrated by King Gilgamesh... until they were. Artoria would be no different, though there was one thing strange about her declaration. She wasn't simply showing disbelief for his magnificent stature; she was expressing what she believed to be fact. Well, that was quite different. "Your innocence betrays you. The way you understand sex is more akin to the way a child understands war," he began while taking hold of his own shaft, brandishing it as a fine weapon. "Functionality is not to be questioned. You will understand soon enough, but first, Queen of Knights... you must take up your sword."

Gilgamesh was somewhat insistent in his final statement. It seemed he actually intended to have Artoria take hold of his bare tool, while his own hand kept busy pressing her dress into the space between her legs. He understood that if there happened to be a wall of some sort in this space, he'd already have her pressed against it. He'd have to go about furnishing the Nexus' vast emptiness at some point in the future, if he intended any such thing... but he'd eventually discover why something like that wasn't already done. As none of that truly mattered, Gilgamesh was content to continue his assault on Artoria in a realm of nothingness, until such a time as they could move to better venues.

[Apollymi]

According to the King of Heroes her innocence betrayed her. It did not. Artoria had spent her life as both genders. She understood the male anatomy well enough. Granted she'd never seen such a tool as this she understood the phallus in a general sense. As such she was quite certain her body was far too small to accommodate. He claimed it would work and she would understand but first she had to take up her sword. "Truly?! I own swords smaller than this... and I wield Excalibur two handed for a reason... I am small, proportionately." Physics was not to be questioned. Of course, there was a bit of an instruction or a demand rather. Even as he continued toying with her through her clothes. Her reddened face and the jolts of sensation caused by her loins made her curious.

Yes. Curious. It was obviously curiosity which drove the Queen of Knights. And that nagging sensation of being challenged at the back of her mind that would not let her step away. He was playing chicken with her, and she did not bluff. Strangely, he also did not bluff, nor was he backing down. She liked that didn't she? Not simply as a warrior but as a person. Years of killing had desensitized her, but she always enjoyed the challenge of figuring out a new person, a new target and finding the best way to slay them. This was why she had fun in the game they all played once upon a time, and it was why she found herself reaching out even as her own nether sent strange pulses of sensation up her spine. This felt a bit dangerous but she wasn't the type to back away from a challenge. She reached for it. That small hand taking hold of manhood she would have had to work to close her fingers around. She understood this, as a feeling. Artoria could easily understand what a touch to such an thing could incite. After all, she'd been a fifteen year old boy for a while, she understood that at least. And given the size of it, it was worthy of at least inspection, right? Yes, she'd do that... with the same care she used on actual weapons which bordered upon obsessive. A light touch from her holding above his hand and an upward stroke across the tip. Why was she curious? Well, it wasn't like she'd ever handled anyone else's tool before. Care was to be taken right?