[ Even if it does nothing, they can always fake it. There's something satisfying about heaving bosoms after all, the illusion of sweat on skin when in reality they're lucky to have bodily functions at all. He wraps himself rather bonelessly around her, letting her have her giddy post-coital ways with him — the enthusiasm is welcome, that's for sure. ]
We should see about getting some Slayer blood in you... then we'll have a real good time.