Well, yes, he'd asked for that last shot a bit. Even if it was true he could think of few better holidays than laying out in the sun with her, rubbing oil into her skin.
Sadly, this wasn't the time nor the place to be entertaining such thoughts. Not with everything gone topsy-turvy (including the boat) and Nikko having a broken leg.
He grunted a bit at one to remember. "I'm sure we'll have a good laugh when we tell the grandkids about all this someday," he mused aloud. Yes, he'd said that. And wasn't rattled by it.
He took a deep breath and moved Nikko's broken leg a bit closer to her. "Just wash off the blood, love," he told her tightly. "I can do the rest."