That's not exactly the thoughtful, cohesive argument Vasquez is hoping for and he makes a little pout with his lips (which doesn't last long, what with Faraday tugging him down against Faraday's body for a kiss). He ends up flush against his side, still fully clothed as he chides Faraday with a clucking of his tongue.

"I told you that I want to know what you want," he sighs, like he's maligning their current situation. He loves the messy, mean kisses, loves how he can use his free hand to pin down Faraday's shoulder and bear in for another heated and clumsy kiss. Right now, he doesn't care much about skill because he's getting to have something he's only dreamed about for so long.

Licking his lips, his gaze is heavy and needy as he stares at Faraday. "Querido," he murmurs, his hand's pace increasing for the need that bolts through him. It won't be a mystery, either, seeing as he's half-rocking up against Faraday's side for some relief. "Do you want to end with my hand? Or my mouth?"