We can be leisurely in between working hard, sure.

[He watched raptly as Setsura tossed her jacket to the side, and he grinned into that kiss of hers. He was a lucky man indeed, and they could negotiate fairness later. For now, he was content to feel their skin, warm from the sun, against each other.

Once they broke apart, he started kissing down the column of her neck, slow and unhurried.]

I’ve been thinking of all the ways to put you to work. Are ya gonna complain about that too?