It had entirely slipped his mind that he had not actually answered her, so he was nearly startled when he was reminded. "Sorry," Slav apologized immediately, although the word was spoken close to her ear, by virtue of his position close up behind her.
"Zeppelin?" He suggested, "Whole Lotta Love." The classic rock fanatic's code for the fact that the song was sex in music form, if anything in the world was. From foreplay to climax to afterglow, the song had it all. As he told her his song choice, he set his hands on either side of her hips.