“I will never surrender!” Summer announces, and pounces on him. His feet are probably ticklish, but he’s still got his boots on, so she settles for his stomach instead.
Mordred withers, squirming under her. “Ah- Summer!” He exclaims in between laughter, “stop, please!”
She laughs, and pushes him flat, sitting on top of him. “You are mine, Sir Knight. Surrender yourself to me.” Then she leans down and kisses him again, slow and intimate, before giggling and nipping at his neck.