Andrew's brows lifted. Well then. She knew what she wanted and he wasn't going to complain one bit. In fact, the moment she said it, he was as randy as a rabbit. He gave her a playful growl then and kneaded at her butt, "Oh, aye. This kinda huggin' is very much appreciated," he chuckled. He deftly picked her up and laid her on the table, and then things would happen. Things that warrant the fade into the next scene.

He was a grinning fool, feeling as if his wife complimented him earlier with her expressing what she wanted and what he fulfilled thrice, thank you very much. He had left the house after that to acquire food, bringing back a basket full of fruit and meat, bread and cheese, and he would take it to their bed where he pampered the hell out of her, feeding her grapes and such.