Jules nods his head, mmmhmming in response, giving a faint nod in return.  He is tired, the pain is gone, and with it, one of the things keeping him awake, he is so tired.  Content to lay there against her, to look up, his eyes settling on her breasts, such lovely breasts.  Pity they are covered up.  But something to look forward to.<br/><br/>He nuzzles against the breast like it is a pillow, a really nice pillow, but a pillow.  He nods his head yes, murmuring in the positive once more.  Nuzzling again as her hand touches his head.<br/><br/>She giggles.  Something about that is wrong, something about the way she does bothers him, but he brushes aside such thoughts.  He licks his lips, as she unveils her blouse, and she squeezes her breast.  He leans close, lips closing about that lovely nipple, tongue licking up that liquid.  Savoring the taste of her fluid, before swallowing.  He shifts, leaning back, eyes leaving the breast to take in her face once more.  And something about her smile, about the way she smiles, deep down, some part of him recoils from it.  But, he is to comfortable right now.  That is something for another time, he muses as he rests there against her.