"Um," she murmurs, tilting her head as she considers, though she doesn't slide back any to look at him. "With another person? Sex," she says. "With the last boyfriend I had. It was a couple years ago."

She slides her hands down his spine a little ways and back up to the ends of his hair. His hands moving over the bullet scar on her back keep her from asking as smoothly as she'd like whether he wants her to take off the metal gauntlets. "If the metal's cold. I can take them off for a while and it'd be fine."