"The best," he agrees, hips rolling forwards in their fast, hard pace. Then he's murmuring in Enochian, just loud enough to hear as he feels himself get ever closer, finishing just at the last snap of his hips before he fills her, shudders running down his back. There. It's done. She's guaranteed to be carrying a reminder of her time here.

Even though it actually took a bit out of him, he keeps his hips moving, refusing to betray that this was anything out of the ordinary.