[ ah, well. the good news is that Rosalind won't have to subject herself to anything too vigorous, because Bigby will be the one putting forth the effort. he appreciates the way she makes a point of grinding him, but it's his fingers sinking tighter into her skin to ensure she doesn't go anywhere. one hand moves closer to her pelvic bone just south of her navel, rubbing any leftover suds into her skin as she continues to coerce more information out of him.

he should probably convince her not to worry about bullshit related to him right now, to instead worry about feeling better and enjoying the heat of the water. or the cock sliding up against and into her ass. she's the type to not let something go once he piques her curiosity, however, so he clicks his tongue against his defeat as a form of accepting defeat. ]

Describing anything about my home is going to sound "interesting". I guess maybe because you're what we would call a Mundy in Fabletown.

[ he purposely leaves it at that. she's going to want clarification on what a Mundy is. he knows this. but he's too busy idly thrusting his lower half into hers, sorry. ]