One part of Naomi had detachedly surmised the same thing, but the rest of her logic-- the part that wasn't distracted anyway-- pointed out that he'd have the rest of the day to take it easy.

"We--" She was cut off by his mouth, but didn't have it in her to protest, making a tiny sound in her throat that could have almost been called the beginnings of a moan. A very, very restrained one.

"... We wouldn't get anything done," she finally got out, although the argument lacked any real conviction.