And then he starts talking about the various strengths and weaknesses of different types of weaponry.
"All done with the room," Cam murmurs. "If you'll rid us of some intervening wall, angel."
"Done! It has a place with lots of room so we can fight each other, and a freaking huge bed!" says Zane, happily. "Adanaaaaa?"
She rolls her eyes, and - there goes some of the other wall for Zane, too.
He has not included space for fighting. There is a bed in there, though. A cushy cozy giant bed with room for wing-sprawl.
Also she has such pretty new wings with such soft feathers to pet.
"I - seriously have no idea why I even wanted to wait, before, it seems so absolutely stupid now."
Feathers! Feathers feathers feathers. They are soft.
"Mostly just - scared, nervous. Afraid I was going to find a way to screw it up. And then I got shot and I couldn't fix it and augh, I was such an idiot."
"Never that, angel." He nuzzles her neck. "Or, alternatively, if getting shot and dying young makes one an idiot, at least you have company?"
"Well then. The rest of my contradiction writes itself." Neck-kisses.
- and then there is a rather graceful segue into Cam ceasing to exercise self-restraint.
It can go on for rather a while! Luna is closer to Earth than Mars is, but not that close.
"Uh. I'm still taking notes for Bella - advice on how to explain - uh. Everything here?"
"That's probably a question best re-asked when the natives emerge, but what kind of advice are you looking for?"
"Like - a polite way to say, 'And then they all went into some soundproofed rooms and did things.'"
Prime is kind enough to not laugh. Even though he very dearly wants to.