"I love it when you talk dirty to me," he deadpanned, then broke out into a grin. "Seriously, I have no idea what you just said. Irish American, remember?" Rolling onto his side, he concentrated for a minute, then plucked a few strands of grass and began flicking them at her, one by one. The last he saved, holding it between his thumbs and whistling through it until Siobhan made a face. He loved the way her nose scrunched just so; it made her eyes twinkle.
Pinching the blade of grass like a chopstick and brushing it gently up and down her arm, he continued, "And we are waiting for Riley to scream like a seven year old girl, and come running out the door hanging onto his ass like it's gonna fall off. Or for something more interesting to happen; whichever comes first. I'm bored," he explained.