It all kept going. Eventually there was a slight shift. Charlemange managed to stop holding on to her arms, well that wasn't entirely true. He moved to her upper arms without breaking contact thus it didn't change his closeness. That was both great and terrifying. Angelica was sure she was incapable of properly thinking with him so close. Even so, she couldn't help but be distracted by his presence. His words were shifting in her mind, making even things she knew were innocent sound sexual. Was this the real skill of humans? She supposed she'd be finding out eventually.

Still there was encouragement of Charles. He claimed that her arm work was, vigorous in a good way. "T-thanks, I'm trying my best," she managed to stutter out. Yes, she'd continue and it'd seemingly get easier. Of course, what wouldn't get easier was maintaining anything resembling normal thoughts in her brain. For instance, that compliment she'd just accepted, would that be applied to something else? Would she eventually be rewarded for her seemingly decent amount of stamina? Why was she even thinking that?! Whatever the case, those swirls in her eyes and her overly high temperature were bound to help this whole situation along. Was that smoke rising or steam from her own overly warm body? She wasn't sure, but perhaps... perhaps they'd actually manage to get through this.