Well, he does aim to please. Sean sighs, letting his forehead rest against her shoulder and closing his eyes at the gentle brush of her lips. He's still on pins and needles, his body thrumming and yearning for more of her, wanting to leave them both feelings ravished and debauched, but when he speaks, there's a lazy, far-off quality to his voice. "Silly lights an' all?" he murmurs, smiling to himself.