The crone hissed softly as he found a spot to play with, but she didn't bat him away. She let the Viking do as he wanted; it wasn't the same as it'd been with Henry. No, Eric's touch and present was meant to bring her pleasure as much as himself. She relaxed as much she could, enjoying his attentions.
"Mmm, true. As I said, he will learn." One hand petted at his skin and hair, as she stared up at the ceiling. "I mentioned that the three of us could enjoy ourselves; he never said 'no.'" She sat up enough to find his eyes. She knew she wanted to see his expression at that announcement.
"He didn't fight, or speak against it." She sighed as she remembered something. "That reminds me...."