The new angles just worked, the spectres they summoned stronger and more fully-fledged than the ghosts of their previous touches, and the electric shock coursing through Enfys had her stumbling forward with a half-gasp, half-moan, the sound spilling out and turning into a laugh as his lips moved to her ear – not a girlish giggle from the tickling of his breath on her skin but a full-throated satisfied laugh which she buried in the join between neck and shoulder, her hands straying down to run up underneath his shirt and...
… okay, sooner or later one of the disparities would have had to filter through, and the difference between man-torso and girl-torso was a fairly major one, and she pulled back at that, conscious if not of how messed up the scenario was becoming then at least of how different things were now (if only on the physical level, granted, but still), seeking out his grey eyes with her green ones and asking what should happen next. And maybe there was something a little ridiculous in that (and something more than a little reminiscent of the awkward pause in the meeting that had never actually happened, the night of the Lancelot vision), in the slip of a girl being the one to check whether the carpenter was okay with this, but whatever. As if they were ever going to be normal.