"I have no doubt of your ability to satisfy me," he says. "But as you said...I would prefer to keep you all to myself. My oneself."

He allows his hands to wander a little bit, but he doesn't push very far.

"And I would have you tie me to this bed," he shoots a glance at it - there are strategically placed notches in the headboard that likely correspond with whatever might possibly be in a chest near the wall, though Skellig would not know to think of that. "Perhaps not right this moment, as I am...not fully prepared for that level of intensity."

He smiles.

"I just wish to be desired and enjoyed by my wife."