"Caroline, love," he smiles at her, and she's beautiful, and she's offering, and he might be a thousand years old but he's still a guy, and yet he tugs her back up, if she'll follow, "we've got plenty of time. C'mere." He's leaned up on one elbow, his other hand tugging on the sleeve of her t-shirt, because there's no rush, and they're only just starting.