"We have the same saying in America, except that it's shoes instead of shirts," he laughed.  "Which, I think, is going to make it hard to understand Beth and Katy, considering they're not wearing any."<br/><br/>He went on.  "Sex with the same woman on all six continents?" he mused.  "That actually sounds kind of...romantic.  Kind of like a sexual bucket list."<br/><br/>He leaned back, and stretched, flexing arm muscles that, while admittedly not nearly as large as Mikkel's, were definitely nothing to be ashamed of, and smoothly settled his arm atop the back of Beth's chair.  The physical contact was only cursory, casual, as if he would have her believe he only did so out of force of habit.   The way his thumb brushed the back of her shoulder, though, seemed to indicate otherwise.<br/><br/>He turned to grin at Katy, waiting for her to take her turn.