Elanah lays on her side. In her hand is one of her knives. She lazily traces the lines of his skin with the knife. She uses the back side of the blade as to not break the skin. She has a contented look on her face as she looks down at Max. He lays there with his eyes closed. He hasn't said anything since they finished there third session. She hoped she pleased him, it was his first, second and third time in 80 plus years. She looked down at him, she wanted for him to take his time. He looked satisfied but Elanah did not want to rush such things.