Tommy sighed and swore. He could feel the whisper of her witchy-powers on him, the sweetness of it. He didn't need that, but it still felt good. He picked up his pace a little, clung to her. A sort of desperation as he clung to her.

"Ah, chakano, you know I don't need that." But it feels lovely. She feels lovely. "My lovely girl. Oh, Nina..."