[Ah, Ducky's weakness, a little casual manhandling. She does like it when someone tall and strong takes control of her like that.]

Yes. Please.

[She finally steps in close, her hand reaching to touch his too-warm skin. The tattoo, tracing the letters.] 'Fortitude and safety'? Interesting. Perhaps someday, I'll ask you about your war.

[Not now, not today. She's vividly aware that now that she's touching him, his willpower is likely to deteriorate like a piece of tissue paper under a running sink. And that's okay--she'd have walked away sooner, after realizing he was aphroed, if she wasn't braced for everything that's about to follow. It's just a fuck like any fuck you get in Duplicity, no more meaning than you make it have.]