"Hope that was a good "holy shit" and not a "what the fuck have I done?" kind of "holy shit", hm?" Billy chuckles and mumbles lowly, keeping his eyes closed as he rubs Amelle's shoulder. He has been awake for a few minutes but remained in denial, keeping his eyes firmly shut and the comfortable vibes going for as long as possible. He is not a morning person, especially when he's still basking in the whimsy of last night. Billy had arranged for Amelle to fly in and spend a couple days with him, citing "unfinished business" as the coy reasoning. The pair instantly clicked when meeting back in Miami and after the news broke about Billy's impending divorce, conversations between the two of them over text flurried with a feeling of true excitement. Even though Billy has always led a very open lifestyle, being single is a totally different kettle of fish and allows for even more opportunity.

Gently pulling her in closely, cosying up in the dimly lit room, Billy places a soft kiss atop Amelle's head. "Morning, gorgeous."

"Comfy bed, lovely dark room, gorgeous girl in my arms. I had the best sleep ever. You?" Billy gently strokes Amelle's hair as she cosies up closer to him. He could charm the birds from the trees with his smooth talking. Although they're both well aware that this is all just fun and purely sexual, it doesn't stop Billy from pulling out all the stops. He wants Amelle to feel special in the short space of time that they have together. He lets out a contented sigh as he feels Amelle's nail trail across his bare chest, sadistically enjoying the slight sharpness that comes with the contact. "Ooh, more of that, please!". Billy chuckles and continues to stroke up and down Amelle's arm very gingerly. "Fancy a morning of sightseeing in London during work traffic and in the bitter cold or a morning in bed? Think I know what I'd prefer."

Billy lets out a playful growl and laughs softly when Amelle sinks her fingernails a little further into his skin. It was pretty much established to her last night that Billy's rough and ready persona isn't actually an act. The guy is partial to a bit of sadism and the harder it is, the more it only seems to encourage him. "You know, I'd pay good money for you to do that to me for hours. Alas, you're not a prostitute. Although some of the positions you were in last night...whew!" Billy jokes, laughing a little louder than before and seemingly coming to life now that the morning sting in his eyes has subsided. Even though the night was pretty much nothing but great sex, there was a definite rapport there. It wasn't cold and detached. Billy has such a natural allure and charm, something which he discovered Amelle also possesses.

"Good, 'cause apart from me, London is pretty much a giant clock, pollution and a great big dirty river." The irony of mocking his birthplace while speaking in the heaviest Cockney accent known to man isn't lost on him. He chuckles and shuffles around slightly under the covers, moving his hand underneath to stroke Amelle's side. "A day indoors it is then. You've twisted my arm. How about a day full of room service and insane fucking? Would that please the lady?"