That is not exactly what he meant, but he doesn't correct her - his mind is already moving onward, focusing on the way his body responds to her touch, skin jumping excitedly beneath her hands. When she caresses his stomach, he groans happily, heat rising to the surface of his skin, flushing his ear tips.

"Would like that very much, to go flying with you."

One of his hands drops from her body to fist his fingertips in the blankets beneath them as she smooths her palms over his thighs.

"Would like that very much."