She thought to say something about the fact that it was for them, or he seemed to be enjoying himself as much as she was and she wasn't even doing anything for him but most of that was lost in translation. Her lips didn't manage to say anything but pant, breathless and happy. She could feel herself tremble, her hands shaking as his hands, warm and worn and Percyish, brushed her breast. She sighed, murmuring his name again and trying to encourage him to come back up where she could kiss him or touch him or something.