"Doona," he repeats the word back at her, tucking his chin to press the elongated 'oo' into the corner of her mouth. "Bloody commonwealth."

But she has a point and he's getting tired of standing about with his trousers undone when they could be anywhere else. So he's straight forward enough about doing his pants up properly before catching her by the hips and dragging her to the edge of the counter - gives her a neat little smack to her arse before he steps back enough to give her the space to dismount.