Camille has no intention of taking that chance - at least, not as such - and she proceeds to make this very, very clear.

Of course, in the haze of after, with tangled sheets and still ragged breathing and skin that is only starting to dry, she's not entirely sure that she will be able to move for, oh. An hour. At least.



Not that she - lying on her side, eyes closed - has any problem with this.