He does, of course, shoulders straining and back curving into an arch, surprise flitting across his face at the touch and a slow grin beginning to spread.

"Lover mine, lover mine, your every touch..."

And yes, he's sounding vaguely poetic, but he's decided that Ramon bloody needs to be told how fantastic he is right now, and Random's got no qualms about doing so.

"...like fire on my skin."