"I would probably benefit from it," he admits, nodding. "I am...not used to such intense exposure."

Night creatures do not typically spend hours wandering the desert to the point of becoming char-broiled. He shifts beneath her, adjusting his stance, while keeping his arms wrapped loosely around her body which still straddles his.

"And I would suggest...your bed, perhaps? While this is a fine chair...we might be better served to lounge."