Faraday's scowls and demands aren't exactly making him want to fight back. Maybe because he knows where he's standing (or lying, more accurately), he can take him apart with his mouth and a few touches. In fact, that little absent thought makes his fingers drift to where he usually only touches Faraday's hip and leg to help ease away the pain. Here, he drags his thumb slowly over the scars with a gentle touch, rubbing in fond circles while getting his chin comfortable on the curve of Faraday's hip.

"Am I?" he responds, licking his lower lip and thinking he should speak just a little more, because his voice is pleasantly hoarse right now, what with his recent actions. "Maybe I want to see you," he says, which is no tease at all and the earnest look in his eyes says as much. "Maybe I'm only teasing because after months and months of only dreaming about this, I can have it, but I have no idea what it looks like," he points out.

That still doesn't mean he's planning to blue ball Faraday, which is why he presses a few firm kisses to Faraday's hips and lower stomach before laying his tongue flat and long as he works it up the underside of the shaft to wrap his mouth around Faraday again.

This time, though, he doesn't put his hands on Faraday's hips -- sets them on the bed beside him instead, a truce to show that he might like to tease, but only to a point.