They were at a deadlock, ever bit as much as they had been before. Several other times too, although before their wizard-aided encounter, Trunks had always backed off. Shied away and tense, worried his presence was unwanted.

He was quite sure his presence was very wanted right then. Mouth moving with and against her own, chest rising and falling as he breathed against her. Maybe she wasn't making him dazed, but exploiting her guard the way she worried about was far from his thoughts. "Morag..." Lower-voiced with a slight hiss, and a hint of teeth against her bottom lip.