The words make her eyes sting. Elektra finds herself grateful they're in the shower. She'd hate to be seen as the sentimental creature she is even by Frank. That is all the reassurance she needs. Elektra lets herself fall over the edge, riding each wave of pleasure until the end.

For a moment she lets herself be limp in his arms. Her fingernails come out of the flesh in his back. Elektra appreciates the connection. For this moment she doesn't feel so alone in the world. She sighs mournfully before cutting her own moment short in true Elektra fashion. She unhooks her legs, trusting him to let her down.