"Very welcome."

He's off him again, fishing for a few more scarves, just in case, then on top of him again, straddling him and grabbing his shoulders, twisting them so that when Ramon's pushed backwards, he's mostly straight on the bed.

"Now."

And Random's off again, standing at the foot of the bed, leaning forwards.

"Whenever you're ready, Mister Salazar."

And his voice is low, and pitched to mock, but it's still Ramon's choice.