She's a tough woman, she can take it. He's the first one in a long time to ever be able to push her limits and drive her past the point of reason. That alone was worth another go, even if he could put her at his mercy with little effort. She'd had quite a bit of time to consider their recent... interaction. She'd come to a very simple decision about it, though: It couldn't end after just one time.

Which was why she'd decided to stay in the same room, reclined on the couch so she could keep an eye on him while he rested. It was easy enough to get work done, and even easier to cite being under the weather as cause to not leave her home. She rarely took time to herself, so her disappearance would inevitably cause gossip... though she'd have to deal with the rumor mill later regarding the timing of her "illness" so soon after a total destruction of a pirate gang.

Oh well. Sacrifices had to be made to get what you wanted, didn't they?

She notices his movement and that little pose he takes up. There's no way it could mean what she thinks it means, so she dances around the issue. She does, however, decide to get up and stride over to the side of the tank. Hopefully he won't mind that she's practically naked, the only bit of clothing on her body is a near-transparent nightgown that ends quite a bit too short. It's the sort of lingerie meant to tease by covering almost nothing, and also the only thing she can wear that wouldn't get stained while she waited for him to wake up.

"What, don't tell me you had a bad dream after all of that." She muses aloud, locking her eyes on his. "After all, you made sure I'm going to have great dreams for months to come. You should, too."