'It's always true, Random.'

Again, not complaining in the slightest. He grins as he negotiates their way upstairs and walks into the bedroom, depositing Random on top of the dresser and standing between his legs.

'You're the one all desperate, and you did all the work. You choose.'

His teeth tug on his earlobe and hands are roaming his body.

'Is any of this blood yours?'