She smiles like the cheshire cat her father once compared her to: slow and dark. It satisfies Elektra in some deep, primal way to be coveted by him. That makes his entry all the more sweeter, moaning contently as she adjusts to Frank. She moves against him slow and experimental before quickly picking up the pace to something steadier. She waited so long to have him. She needs to make this last even if a part of her knows that is likely to change now.

She keeps her eyes locked on his as her breathing grows heavier, mingling with his. While he finds comfort, Elektra finds herself become sharper; more alive. A low chuckle escapes her as she challenges him. "What did you do when you had me?"