She allowed part of herself become noncorporeal, her arm below the elbow lost any physical presence, and her fingers slipped beyond the 'fabric' of his astral projected pants. Her cold fingers sliding over that bit of him that had been pressing against the zipper. A little smile touching her lips.
"You're pretty ambitious. One question, astral projecting uses a lot of energy, do you think you'll be able to keep up?" She teased, she knew better, knew of course he had the stamina. But she was also curious why he projected himself. Was he distracted elsewhere?