"Thank heaven we're both so good at improvisation, then," Sean says with another breathy laugh, watching her intently as he works out of his shoes, socks, and pants, kicking it all off behind him somewhere before pushing his boxers down his hips. As far as he's concerned right now, being able to think on his feet isn't nearly as valuable a skill as thinking off of them, and life's just bloody grand for that. "Have I mentioned how much I love yer plans?"