Jules rests there, his head in her lap.  His hand reaching back, hesitantly at first, then fingertips idly moving along her thigh.  His eyes closed, content to enjoy the purr in her voice, the stroking of her fingers.  His eyes finally reopen, looking up to her, a soft, contented smiles on his lips.<br/><br/>Jules gets to his feet, a bit more slowly than usual, the day's events had tired him.  Walking to the table, he can see Red and blue skinned woman.  Despite all what had happened to him, despite all the exertions from what he had just gone thru, he can feel his manhood stir ever so softly as he sits down next to the table, and starts to wolf down the meat, washing it down with the wine, barely taking his eyes off of Red.