Succumbing to his weariness and to the soothing warmth of the afterglow, Indy had actually drifted off a bit during the lull. He cracks an eye in Moon's direction when her words nudge at him.

"I'm glad too," he replies, voice drowsy as he continues to bask under the blanket of contentment.

"How'd you like your first brush with true passion?"

He knows she felt it, knows she responded to it and acted with it. Not that this had been some kind of set up, but, he had always suspected that she would, when the time was right, and when the mood was right.