He can't quite pull off the easy look of confidence that he normally can when she's got her hands all over him like that. It's not that he's lacking for it at the moment, but it is hard to be casual under the circumstances. His attention flicks back and forth between her hands and her eyes.

"I got a lot of ideas." His voice has taken on the qualities of syrup - thick, sweet and sticky. "One of them was to take our time waking up, but we'll have to try that on another day."