"Aye," he said with conviction. He lunged forward, gripping her thighs and spreading them apart; her protests met with playful defiance. She squirmed, but he held her firmly. He pressed his cheek against the tender skin of one thigh, his youthful beard grazing her in a deliciously teasing manner. Moving his hand to rub her and down where he knew Claire needed him the most, he asked, "Tell me, Sassenach, what would ye like me to do to ye?"