Octavia leaned against his side a little more. Gave him a lopsided little smirk for his inserting.

"Well, it was one of those times where we just figured it out on the go," she rasped. "Usually, the... mood sort of finds its own way, these days. Who has the power, who doesn't." Sometimes based on what she seemed to need, sometimes based on something much smaller. "This time it was me. With the reins."

A pause.

"So I sent him upstairs to the room to strip by himself, for a start."