"What exactly is it you're lookin' for me to say, Mac?" he asks her, pushing up onto one elbow so that he can look down at her, that mess of feathres that he's worn since it was laced around his neck brushing against her bare chest. "God no, I'm done here? I could warn you off, but I ain't gonna. You say you got love for me?" He bends his head, pressing a kiss to the delicate point of her chin. "Darlin', I ain't in the business of questionin' a thing like that."