"Oh!," she replies, flushing. "I, I would like for you to feast upon me, then, sometime when you are feeling up to it."

She starts working on other sunburned places with careful hands. "Would it work, if I feasted upon you?" she asks, curious. "I could not fit all of you in my mouth at once, not in this shape, but I did not have my hand on all of you at once either."