"anything, hm?" She nestles herself in his arms, burying her face against his chest. For a long moment she merely allows herself to absorb the sensations meeting her there, the smell of sweat and sex, the warmth of his body against hers... It's comforting. Strangely. Eyelids finally part and she tilts her head back to catch his eye, lazy but satisfied smile on her lips as his press against her hair. "now what..?"

Cicero can't help but chuckle briefly, "Mm-yes. Anything." She seemed to not take him seriously when he said such things. As though she didn't grasp the magnitude of having his favor. He would do all manner of things for her should she will it. Even at his detriment.

But there was no need for long winded explanations now. One day, he'd be able to prove his worth to her in some way or another.

She... smiles at him. And he is over the moon.