[He'll call her Allison in private until she tells him not to. Her hand in his hair, rubbing his scalp and his cheek... that feels very intimate. As her hand moves, there are times he leans into her fingers.

When she asks whether not he's going back to work, he looks at her, eyebrows slightly raised. It widens his eyes and gives him a speculative expression.]

Oh, as it happens, I'm busy with you... I really hadn't made any other plans.

You wanted me to go...?

[That last bit is teasing. It's clear she doesn't want him to leave by the way she's touching his groin.]

I think it's going to be a while before I'm good for anything else, though. Is it possible for us to have dinner in here?

[The natives may be friendly and hospitable, but they haven't necessarily offered room service. What a shame.

More seriously, he doesn't want to leave. There's a temptation to spin this encounter out for hours.]