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The mind is an amazingly plastic thing, really. It can change and adapt to nearly anything. Lucrezia, for her part, isn't even as resentfully angry about the loss of her Spark as she used to be. She still has her smarts, and she's rebuilding a network of supporters. She has a whole new set of special abilities as well, in the form of strange magic and new senses. She can feel the way he moves, in the ground and in the air, and that hyper-awareness of him adds to her excitement.

"I suppose there are," she agrees. He's rather too easy to like, in her opinion. It's dangerous, but well, she likes danger.

She threads her arms around his neck, arching her back to show off her chest. She's proud of her body, monstrousness included, and the fact that she hasn't lost any of her powerful curvy shape through it all.

"Mmmn, then you better finish getting naked." Her tongue traces along her lips and over the point of a fang.

Some habits never fade. There's that moment of of 'ugh' at the idea of taking his own clothes off. It's no big deal when he's a robot and his body is all chrome and metal, sleek and smooth and while even then there are odd seams in the metal of his back, there's no way to tell what they are. But it's not like he and Lu haven't messed around at the Red Room, she knows his back is a mess. And she's not gonna care.

Shit, she ran into him in that hell forest when they were friggin kids. He's not even sure how much he told her then, he...he said way too much to way too many people then.

Whatever. He manages a grin and purposefully discards his shirt casually. The clusters and veins of eridium are all through his body, and the scars he carries as a human are back in full, standing out starkly against his grayish skin. The bullet holes on his arms and chest, old bite marks from feral alien wildlife, the mass of scarred welts that cover the broad expanse of his back. And without his finely sculpted robot body... his arms and shoulders are as impressive as ever, but there's a softness around his middle, the casualty of age and a comfortable lifestyle full of rich foods and comforts.

"Ya know, maybe I'm biased, but I always think it's just not as hot when a dude's getting naked. It's the pants, there's no sexy way for a guy to get out of a pair of jeans."

Or boxers, but that's why Jack doesn't bother with underwear most of the time. The odds are high he's gonna be taking them off at some point during the day, may as well streamline the process as much as possible. But he's eager and quick to get out of the pants, the shirtless but still in jeans look is not a great one for him these days. He thinks he looks better entirely naked - his ass is still great, despite being minimal, and he's got great legs and as perfect a cock as money can buy. He figures that makes up for the slight paunch.

Lucrezia steps back to allow him room to maneuver, absolutely no sign on her face that she sees anything but things she likes. There's something sexy about Jack's usual robotic body, discounting the lack of mouth, but she's just as happy to see him with proper flesh. Scars are signs of strength and stubborn refusal to die, and she savors every one of them with her eyes.

"I must respectfully disagree. I see where you might think so, but I rather enjoy the arrival of a cock in the room." She does agree that he looks best totally naked, however. There's another moment of staring, giving him a once-over in his new form. Paunch, who cares. Lucrezia has quite the gathering of softness around her own belly, after all, and Jack could still lift and throw a man with those arms. His ambitious personality and open worship of her have given her rose colored glasses in regards to him, really, and she's thoroughly in denial of that fact. Will continue to be so as long as possible, really. She grins up at him to show off her fangs before she's stepping in and unashamedly taking a handful of that aforementioned cock.

"Who doesn't? Especially this one."

Jack has no shame whatsoever, and despite the tolls of age and a soft middle life, no lack of ego when it comes to his body. And despite his age, his cock reacts immediately to Lucrezia's touch.

God, but she's hot. Not just physically speaking, she's got a sexy brain. The way she moves, talks, that little flash in her beautifully eerie eyes...

Hands free once more, he reaches for her, broad glowing fingers moving over her shoulders, her breasts, her sides. He happens to quite like a good bit of softness in a woman - there's something very appealing about generous breasts and a round belly. All those curves and flesh to dig his fingers into.

And because he can, he kisses her again.

That ego of his feeds right back into the tingling desire gathered in her chest. It's endearing to her in a way that silly quirks would be to most people. Her tongue peeks out, flicking over her lips for a second as she hums her approval.

His touch leaves goosebumps in its wake, her eyes closing as she lifts herself a little higher off the ground and into his hands. She teases a single finger up the length of him and around the tip, hoping to draw some impatience out of him.

As soon as their lips touch again, she's chuckling, a low vibrating sound that buzzes her lips against his. She opens her mouth to his, hungry and sharp, pricking his lips lightly with her fangs.

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