"Not afraid t'help with laundry," Skellig offers cheerfully, teasing her nipple with his fingertips. "Or whatever you would have me do as far as 'chores' go." Someone believes in equal distribution of labor, and she's already a much better and more frequent cook than he is...

"And it was a good time," he continues, bringing his other hand up, cupping the other breast and giving it the same attention. His lips wander to her neck and throat, leaving tiny kisses on her skin.

(He knows he is moving 'slowly compared to his usual habits and methods of driving her arousal higher, but his mind is still just a hint scattered from earlier...he will make it up to her.)

"You did a fine job of ensuring I was well-sated. Always do."