[ While Angela plants her back against the wall, Venom lies on the bed with his head on the opposite side. He crosses his arms behind his head to offer himself something of a pillow, having begun to wind down from the tempest of an orgasm that he and Angela shared. He waited patiently all the while, as Angela milked every last sensation she could siphon from their union, down to when she separated herself and clambered to the other side of the bed. She'll find, in Venom's waning arousal, that his cock doesn't simply droop into a dormant state, but slinks back into his body like some kind of retractable appendage. Like his tendrils. What had pooled out from Angela also returned to his body, like symbiote matter temporarily separated only to return to its source.

From where he lies, he does tilt his head to look on at her, heeding her words. In a post-coital fog, he basks in the heat from which Angela also benefits. A comforting warmth they both share in the afterglow of their consummation. ]

You felt it yourself, didn't you? The pleasure?

As for everything else you ask... you already know the answer.

[ She should feel that she's right. That both desires, here, are aligned. Eddie's will and the symbiote's match in their shared longing for Angela's body, her touch. A longing, of course, that she returns-- such that all three of them share the same feeling. ]

There's a long road ahead. For us to stay aligned.

A war all three of us will have to fight, on all fronts.

But after what we've experienced, and what you've shown us... we have full confidence in your care, Doctor.

[ It's then that he relaxes his neck, letting his head return atop his crossed arms yet. ]

Now, come here. Beside us.

Let us all... rest. Maybe stay this way a while, if it helps your... understanding.

Because if you think you're warm now, you've got another thing coming.