[ He chuckles again, the sound thrumming against her breast. ]

Maybe it's just the taste of mango juice on your skin that I want.

[ After doing his level best to suck any trace of the fruit off of her, running one hand up her side beneath the fabric of her robe, Charles draws back with a pleased sound, and rolls to the pillows, folding an arm beneath his head. ]

There's a point in the healing where you've got to move, if you ever want to move right again. [ A smirk. ] I gathered you'd reached that point already.