"What the hell did you put in that bow?" Seriously. He's only been this weak-kneed after sex maybe two times in his life and both of those times involved hours of, uh, 'work'.

Eventually, Spin gives up trying to go anywhere and gently sits down next to Brainstorm, venting a long sigh of relief once his weight was off his feet again. He folds the rag in his hands and turns to his friend, getting to work wiping some of their fluids off of the smaller fellow's armor.

"Yeah, yeah, you'll be spotless by the time I'm done, don't worry."