The force, any of it, doesn't phase Eirene in the least, except perhaps as a measure of his strength potential, which really just amounts to letting herself go a little bit more with bucking up and meeting him equally.

It takes another couple of minutes before her brain recovers from the initial burst of fireworks going off throughout her system, but eventually she remembers how to speak.

"Blessed Olympus, you are .... incredible," in a near whisper, her lips nuzzling against the spot where neck and shoulder meet.