Skellig manages to watch her dance for another few moments without saying another word - after all, he is caught again in the trance of the sounds the beads and shells are making to go along with her singing to him. But eventually he 'breaks' and it is too much for him to bear.

"My love," he whispers, voice low and harsh. "I fear if I continue to watch you dance for me, I may find myself..."

He bites his lower lip hard to pull his attention away from the growing ache in his cock.

"I do not wish to leave you unsatisfied."