It's takes a few moments before she returns to reality, her body calming as it settles into that state of languid afterglow. She doesn't want to move, but she's also becoming aware of being half-naked in a slightly chilly night where anyone could happen by. (It was extremely doubtful that anyone would, but still.)

"Much," she replies with another smile before covering her eyes for a moment. Just a moment, though, and then she's leaning forward and putting weight on her still wobbly but mostly steady legs. She feels a bit like one of those Jell-O molds people used to make all the time as she steps away from his support and moves to locate her clothing.

"Thank you, Knock Out," she continues, genuine gratitude in her voice. And then, hesitantly, "Is this gonna make things weird between us?"