[He leans into the scrape of her nails over his scalp, less in his usual eager way and more like a contented cat in his current lethargic state. Nothing feels too slow at present, and he's going to enjoy that while it lasts. Running his fingers along her stomach, Pietro frowns and makes a questioning noise.]

There was a lesson to be learned?

[After a contemplative 'hm', he shrugs.]

Well, that was hours ago, wasn't I? Of course I have forgotten. You may have to remind me tomorrow.

[He squirms a little, just to feel the reminders still there, tender spots and bruises, and evidence of Wanda.]