Instinctively, Skellig tips his head towards the shoulder she is touching, silently asking for her fingers to tease through his hair - after all, it's right there and she knows how much pleasure it brings him when her fingers trace patterns on his scalp!

"Whenever you feel like it," he says. "I do not mind if you need to rest your hands a moment."

Not that preening him takes that much effort, especially when he is in relatively decent shape.