"Sometimes I think we should really just tear each others clothes on and get it on with..." he chuckles against her shoulder but makes no move to suggest that he's actually going to make a move on her. His head is still on her shoulder and he drapes an arm around her waist, fingers sliding against her side slowly over her shirt.

"What was it you said I called it the first time, muddling? How'd we make it past that bit, was my dick just really hard?" He huffs out a laugh obviously joking about the last bit.