Give him a minute because there's no way he'll be able to speak right after hearing that. He wants to take it and put it in a bottle and put it on the shelf. Matt's laughter keeps going a few more rows before it settles. "How could I ever, ever forget?" Not even going to try his posh accent.

"I already found one, the best one I will ever find." Okay that he can't miss. She's speaking his language, his backward religious language. "I even think you're my rib size." Matt settles still. Her voice in his ear means the whole rest of everything is tuned to the back. The waves crashing to the sand aren't nearly so soothing or captivating. "Now I'll look and feel like a million bucks."

The tone makes him shake his head before bowing it to kiss her arm first before starting work again. "The pleasure is mine, O Mistress mine, sweetest, most delightful and most esteemed grace, light and excellence." Eventually it'll start including her kingdom and lands she rules over. Hoo boy.

More sunblock and nuzzles with a few lazy kisses. "Too cold up there. And besides, I don't think I'm physically fit for the job."