"I think you know the answer to that."

He kisses the nearest bit of skin.

"Just one, lover. Santa doesn't come for grown ups. I promise, Ramon, we'll do alright by each other. Just, one thing at a time, and let you mean it rather than just think it's easy, okay? Why don't you ask Martin what he wants from Santa for Christmas, love, then it can be nice and big and you can spoil him for it. Speaking of which, what would you like?"