With no sunglasses, and only his eyelids to shield the sun from his eyes, Sims imagined it would be no time before he fell comfortably asleep under the warmth of the sun, and he wondered which asshole would wake him up and try to drag him to some new secure location. When instead it was Madison to break the silence of his momentary relaxation, well, he liked that a lot better. It was a pity they couldn't take advantage of anything in that quiet moment.
"Well, good morning, gorgeous," he said cheerfully, squinting up at her and noting her attire. He liked it better when she had less on, but that was what the tunnels at the mansion were for. He liked their current bathing arrangement. "I'd invite you to pull up a chair, but there's a lot of rooms with windows pointed right at us." He smirked. "So you should probably look like I'm being trash."