Whoahhhhh -
All I can say is, were I David Niven's character, stranded on a tropical isle with tachycardia-inducing Ms. Gardner, and a stuffed Brit pimento like Stu Granger, I'd arrange a crucial but highly perilous "hunting trip" on about the third day.
And then I'd return on the 5th day, carrying his shattered body, and blubber grievously about how he was so brave to climb that treacherous cliff after those guillemot eggs . .
![Rolling Eyes :roll:](./images/smilies/icon_rolleyes.gif)
No insensitive brute, I would allow her a week's mourning, before I started serenading her with my spiffy new tortoise-shell ukulele . .
After all, we're talkin' Venus here, and surely, just one touch would never do . .
![Wink :wink:](./images/smilies/icon_wink.gif)