"Ye think ye'd like it?" Brigid said, clamping her teeth on his earlobe. "Then I think I'll have t'make it m'purpose t'keep m'head enough t'remember what language I'm t'be speakin in, unless ye manage t'learn Irish."

She continued to kiss her way along his jaw, down his throat. "Tell me about yer eyes, Jack. Do they always turn red?"