She's read Felix right - he does want her to counter it. But he doesn't go easy on her, digging the heel of one boot into the bed and completing the flip so he can press both her wrists down into the mattress with a competitive little grin. He plants one knee between her legs, pressing up against her groin lightly while he lowers his hips to rub his clothed erection against her thigh.

"You told me not to hold back. So I'm not. If you want to 'take care of me,' then I suggest you figure out a way to turn the tables."

So she's a physical lightweight - so what? She said she had magic, didn't she? Besides, he's compromised and she isn't. She has a distinct advantage, there.

He pauses, though, furrowing his brow a little. "But tell me if you don't like this."