J couldn't stop the smirk at her mentioning her getting turned on, squeezing her hand gently in his. "An' I do try that, as much as I can,"
He had had the forethought to have a portkey installed in the garage of the White House, so it wasn't too far a walk- and convenient, for those times when they needed to use a decoy to get him away. "Massage, I can help with. But... capturin' sheep? We could just... buy you one or something. Unless you really wanted t'steal."