"Less muscle too. That's alright. I'll just have to get you back on your old regiment. Twenty hours of sex and followed by eight hours of sleep seems like a good start. We'll work our way up after that."
Her tone was teasing as she rubbed his body, getting used to his new scars, his new shape. He was almost a stranger to her, really. His new attitude, his new body, all of it was different. But that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Time would tell, as far as that went.