( Does he... really need to spell it out for her? )

Mana transfer, Gwenhwyfar. ( Intimacy with his servant isn't the most appealing of ideas to him, no. But he's had sex under more trying conditions. ) We cannot risk you losing control of your demonic blood, and moreover, I don't believe you'd want to put yourself on his level.

( Her mood is barely stable, as is. )

I could infiltrate the Matou's manor tomorrow, if it troubles you so. From my understanding, Berserker's master is weak from the drain it takes to control him. He'd hardly put up a threat against me.

( That's not good. Her temper is starting to flare up again. He ought to take a gentler approach, he thinks, and makes to stretch out his arm, twining his fingers in her hair. )