"That's ... hrm." Cooper stopped, cleared his throat, and started over. Sarah's throaty delivery had hit him where he lived. The word cracked into a squeak he hadn't made since his voice had broken. "That's the idea. A little at a time ... nice."<br/><br/>The boat picked up speed and Coop automatically set himself against the acceleration, legs bracing on their own from the habit of years. This didn't make it any easier for him to keep talking. Sarah's body sank lightly against his and a wave of heat rushed through him. He stirred, just a little, as her bottom bumped up against his groin, and for a moment was mortally embarrassed. Then he shrugged mentally. What the hell. Let her know what kind of effect she had on him.<br/><br/>Coop realized suddenly that his eyes had been locked on Sarah this whole time, and he tore his gaze back to the sea - just in time to spot the porpoise off their bow. He swallowed and guided Sarah's hand through a bank. "Whoops. Pedestrian. A little to starboard ... there we go."