[She moves, and it's both surprising and fully what he expects from the likes of go-getter Carolina. With those enticing bright eyes and hair he just wants to run his fingers through (and, maybe occasionally, tug on), and then everywhere he can't see but remember seeing, every scar and every portion of her. It's intimate knowledge that he thinks he should feel ashamed to have, but doesn't. Not now. His hands trail down her sides, settle on her hips.]
Action; Day 158 - late morning
I think I'm up for a demonstration.