Somewhere in the back of her mind, Tiffany feels a little guilty about not using a condom. But she has her birth control chip, and she's at least remembering that condoms exist and are an option, so she reasons that she's not being irresponsible. There's nothing to worry about. And when he pushes into her, she forgets all that anyway - her worries, his worries, the fact that tomorrow she's going to have to go back into the ring and get knives thrown at her. She digs her fingers into his back and drops her forehead against his shoulder, exhaling.