Just as the shape of Jessica's body seemed to defy the laws of physics and logic itself, her clinging defied all possibility in getting even clingier, pressing even closer, though one hand seemed to drift up in a way to confirm the muscles assumed with such a claim.

"Then I don't have anything to worry about," Jessica all but cooed, somewhere in the vicinity of his ear (of course), "with such a big...strong man and his big...powerful sword to protect me."