Vax hissed softly under her little love bite - though not for the bite really. Such a small hurt as that barely registered for a seasoned rogue. It was the increasing frustration that his would-be erection was very much caged in the confines of hardened leather protection that proved painful.

The great tragedy (or salvation, he'd come to think later) of it was that there was no shortcut to the involved unlacing, unbuckling, and otherwise unfastening of such interlocked pieces and parts as custom-fit armor. He'd learned to take a ritual piss before putting it on, because even getting everything apart to allow for that took a bit of doing. "Be - a few minutes for mine," he panted against her neck to try and explain. But he'd have to leave off of Stephanie for all that, and that seemed a miserable prospect.

"Yours are much easier," he admired, getting her waist button apart and the following line of fine metal teeth undone.