"You can make it race without exercise," he points out playfully, reaching up to rub at his chest. "Simply certain thoughts flashing into my mind is enough to set it to running wild. And I am certain that later when you dance for me..."

THAT will be quite a workout.

He purposefully does NOT finish that sentence, and he knows he does not need to. His stomach growls faintly now that they are both upright and fully awake, and he refocuses his attention on their plans for the day: bathing, breakfast, and then heading back out to scout the island.

"I am sure once we have bathed my legs will have recovered," he says. "Though I may not protest if you happen to have a moment to work out some of the tension in my thighs."