"It's all right, Marty. You aren't hurting me. We can do this as fast or as slow as you want and we don't have to talk about ethics or classes." Unlike her usual speech pattern, she spoke softly, lacking the enthusiasm she usually showed, but trying to be as calming as possible.
"I didn't help you the first time, but okay, let's try this too." She still help him, still kept the contact and then he was in her head again, and then they were kissing, but she had no say in it, no choice to do it or not, not that she minded, but it was still strange. Before she could form other thoughts, she was free again, the mental chokehold gone.
Savannah looked at him worried, touching him gently, trying not to cause any pain. "Are you all right? How's the head?"