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He'd been hungry when they'd originally talked, and that had been a while ago. Now, as Harper's newest DM rolled in to declare she was on her way, the Moon could feel his stomach grumbling in demand. He shouldn't have skipped lunch...

But there was nothing for it now. A little more patience and Harper would be there, hopefully laden down with all kinds of snacks. Wonderful company and tasty food, it seemed perfect combination to finish out what was lift of his shift in the underwater observation pod.

Shifting in his seat, he folded his hands over his stomach, ankles crossing beneath the chair, and watched a school of passing fish as he waited.

If he hadn't of heard her coming it would have been rather startling when those slender arms came in from either side to wrap around his shoulders, but the fish hadn't been quite that captivating. He smiled up at her as she leaned against him, head tipping so he could return the cheek kiss. His arms lifting to lay his hands loosely against her own where they rested on him.

"Peacefully uneventful." His thumbs worked against her skin, back and forth in slow lines. "Which is good, I suppose. I don't think I'd want to see anything more than the normal fish that hang around here.

"How was your day?"

He gave a content hum of agreement before leaning his head to rest against her's. "I saw some jellies earlier, and I think maybe a shark, but that one was too far to really see properly." At least he thought that was what he'd seen. Where they too close to the island for normal animals to survive? Or being that they were transient, could fish and other aquatic life swim in and out of the area without any long term harm? He just didn't know, and he was never around anyone that might know the answer when the idle curiosity sprung up.

Small hands ran down his chest, and he reached to circle either slender wrist loosely in long fingers, holding gently. Half tempted to pull her over his shoulder and into his lap. More than half tempted...

She was saved by the mention of snacks. It had him tipping his head to glance a her sideways. "I am, and you're a saint." He'd asked, and she'd delivered. "What kind of snacks?" Not that he was picky. He'd eat anything that she'd brought along. Too hungry to turn it down, even if he had been picky.

Oh, she was going to make his job difficult, yes she was.

His hands loosened as she drew on her wrists so she could retrieve the snacks, and he watched with interest as she grabbed the bag and listed the contents. It had him sitting up momentarily, leaning in his chair as if he meant to retrieve one of the aforementioned treats, paused as she set it on the floor beside his chair and wandered back around behind him to drape across his shoulders again.

Liam sank back obediently, eagerly under her weight, and his head tilted as soft lips brushed against his cheek and down along the more sensitive skin of his neck. It made him shiver, and all the breath left him as he tried at once to focus on the gentle touch, and ignore it.

When the latter proved impossible, he went for her wrists again, lifting one up and over his head so both her arms were slung across one of his shoulders. From there, it was easy to drag her over and into his lap. Trapping her hands in his own in the confusion.

"I don't think you have to worry about meeting a shark. You've got a shield now, and a weapon you can summon at any time." He chuckled, bumping the back of her shoulder with his chin. "It could bite you all day and I don't think it'd do much."