Brock was not about the be slowed down from what he had to do because he happened to be bonded to her. He had missions to complete that would take him away from her for a long time, to the point of it being painful and draw his attention away from what he should be doing. It was a dangerous game to play, but he couldn't help but enjoy the agony of their parting because it came with the unbeatable crash of their bodies, minds and souls together in a tumult of emotion and sensation when they came together again. Nothing beat it.

When she returned to her punching, he shifted from where he stood behind her and then shrugged out of his jacket, tossing it to a nearby chair. He flexed his shoulders as he walked around to the other side of the bag she was punishing, his hands catching it so that he could brace to allow her to hit harder without the bag swinging around to possibly cause injury.

"Come on, babe, don't be so cold. I give you want we both need and neither of us complain about it," he replied with his usual cocksure attitude. "I don't need to woo you either. You're already mine."