[The melody bleeds into a soft, sunny little laugh, and though Jamie has put his song in hold Zenyatta's hand continues its idle path up and down his flank.]

I said as much earlier, did I not? I just want to touch you. [He nestles closer still to his side, until he's half-wedged under Jamie's shoulder.]

I do not often get the chance to take my time. We do tend to get carried away...