[He glances down, but isn't too concerned with how she's working his buttons beneath her nice little fingertips. In fact he smiles, taking a deep breath.] If there's still a beach in this place, wine and a walk along it I can promise you.
Breakfast in bed, hmm. [He shifts his hands back up her sides, up over her shoulders along the lines of her body and down to her forearms.] My cooking or yours?