"There's an order. First, then second, then third. Then..."

With a very happy sigh, she did indeed close her eyes. The Slayer relaxed to the point of reclining, depending upon the sailor's hands to keep her from simply bending back onto the mattress. Depending on him was an action all on its own. Special, maybe. Trusting.

"Of course, it's all moot with a home-run."