The feeling of her pressing against him had his thoughts racing, even as he let out a breathless chuckle of his own. This was better than he could have hoped for after the disruption of the storm. He knew there was devastation outside of the cottage and naturally he was worried about his sisters in attendance this evening, but he also had faith that those who remained at the resort itself had to be far safer than those on the beach like himself and Miss MacFusty— Mathilda? Tilda? He thought he'd heard a family member call her the latter at some point in recent memory.

"Do you prefer Mathilda or Tilda?" He felt another chuckle rumble in his chest; Eugene too enjoyed the sound of his given name on her lips, almost at much as he enjoyed the taste of them. So tempting and still so close...

A sudden epiphany had him laughing again, the thought amusing to him, in stark contrast to their far more serious conversation moments ago. "I did forget to mention Ginger, I hope she's not a deal breaker." His niffler was part of the package as well. Fortunately Eugene was certain the two redheads got along rather well.