[ He's glad for it, because it seems complicated and his ability to think it through and make any kind of an assessment is hazy at best. He's not totally out of it, the more time that passes but he's also not in a hurry to leave behind that stupor.

It might have seemed like he nodded off if Marc hadn't mentioned returning the favor. One eyebrow lifting up and the corner of his mouth curled up. ] Tease. [ A sweet, low laugh slips free, something a bit too fond but he can't help himself right now. ]

I think it's perfectly fair, since you've near ruined it for me. [ His brow drops, furrowing a bit as another chuckle dies in his chest. Finally cracking his eyes open to stare up at the roof, as much as it sends a pang of longing through him, he can't escape reality forever. ]

You ought to worry less about that mate, than what I'm going to do when I've finally got my hands on you in return. [ A drag of short-cropped nails over his stomach, scraping against the skin as he sighs. He'd make up for what he lacked in experience with enthusiasm, and creativity, hopefully. ] To boot, _{if you wanted to see, all you have to do is ask.}