Burr's responsiveness gives him heart; it seems Burr is not too injured by the hasty ride. Burr unfolds beneath him, captures him in winding limbs the way he has captured Hamilton's heart.

"I cannot hope to be your equal," returns Hamilton, in kind, though he cannot help but preen a bit at the compliment. "But I will settle for rendering you speechless, once in a while." He lowers his weight, not all of it, but enough to press Burr down between him and the mattress without smothering him. "And if he cannot knot you, how can we fill you to excess? Or is it just a fantasy, and not something you'd like to try -- me, in your very pretty cunt, and him penetrating you from behind? Two knots, for my lovely, insatiable slut?"

He says this like praise, and a good part of him means it as praise. He had never realized how wonderful sluts could be, truly; if he'd imagined anything, it was that he would be with someone sweet and naive. Sweet and slutty -- a thousand times better.

"But to have him knot you without me -- that, I wouldn't like, not without need."