"Mm," she sighs happily, turning to nuzzle at him. "I'unno, I'm not going to bleed out in the next five minutes, am I?"

He laughs. "No."

"Then I think I'm good for now."

"All right."

Snuggle. There is a beautiful woman bleeding in his arms and she's so happy. It's amazing.

Snuggles are so good. "That was far and away the best sex I have ever had."

...He grins delightedly.

"To be fair, none of the others had the advantage of magic!"

"I cheat," he agrees, very cheerfully.

"I dunno, I think we're both winners here."

"That's very true." Snuggle.

Snuggle.

After a little while it occurs to her to ask: "Is this room soundproofed in any way?"

"Yeah. There's an entire part of the castle's magic dedicated to making sure I'm not overheard or interrupted at this sort of thing."

"...Of course there is, silly me," she giggles.

He laughs and hugs her. "I've had more time to think of these things than you have!"

"A fresh perspective is still useful! But that one was a bit obvious, yes."

Snuggle. Kiss. "Believe me, three thousand years is more than enough time to discover the need for soundproofing."

"Poor Iri."

"It was admittedly an awkward conversation but it was also thousands of years ago."

"True." Snuggle.

Snuggle.

Eventually: "Okay, cooling and tacky bodily fluids of various sorts have a limit on how long they can be comfortable. ...And this couch would be ruined absent magic, I assume that given magic it is not ruined."

"The couch will be fine," he assures her. The mess vanishes, from them and from the couch. "See?"

"Yes. Yes I do. Thank you," she says, and kisses his cheek.

He smiles and hugs her. "Healing water?"

"Probably a good idea," she says ruefully.