Seamus was sort of having the same issues with the bird whose name he forgot. But he chalked this up to the fact that it had been a few months since he had a good shag, so the tension inside him was just about overflowing.
He nodded his head, closing his eyes to moan again when she hit a spot on his lower back that felt like it had a golf ball in it. That's when he also decided that the woman was Russian, because she definitely wasn't speaking English to the bloke. "That sounds good. You know that I eat all the time, so grabbing food to get more food is fine by me."