Ankyra Sound He took my soul and he washed it in a whiskey river

She knew how to work him, which shouldn't have surprised him as much as it did. Firefly wasn't experienced with women but there were moments that made him think, without judgement, that Rosalyn was experienced enough for the two of them. He was more surprised with the way he let things build up, let her lead the way to what she wanted, rather than the opposite - sure, she let him think he was in control a few times, but this was a business transaction more than true love-making. There was more tenderness from Erzulie; however, it would get the job done. That's all he was here for, and Firefly was happy to serve.

And when it was over he became aware of how tired he felt. It was different from the awed elation following his pairing with Erzulie; his muscles cramped as he stood behind Rosalyn, bracing against her and the ground until he could separate from her. Once the man was on the ground again he felt good thanks to the post-coital bliss built out of overworked synapses and endorphin-worn nerves, but overall he felt the need for sleep. His hip ached again, sharp and constant, from the exertion of assisting the two women in such a short span of time.