Like a good boy should.

Octavia was slowly relaxing. Her fingers uncurled from gripping his hips, and one hand slid over the small of his back, rubbing his skin. It was gestured that seemed to pretend to soothe when really, it was just reminding him to stay as he was.

"And what am I going to do with you now?" she wondered, sounding a little hoarse. And like the question was probably rhetorical.