Vasquez gives Faraday a pointed look that says how much he'd like to not let him up and that giving him an option in this case isn't bound to end with Vasquez wanting anything but more, but Faraday does have a point. There's going to be a sticky, uncomfortable mess if they don't clean up, which is basically his fault.

Letting his lower lip slip out for a considerate moment, he finally relaxes his hold on Faraday, stretching his arms above his head and stretching his limbs out as far as they go, yanking the pillow for behind his head, one leg bent and the foot pressed to his knee. "Go on, then, if you're so rushed," he directs with a flick of his fingers.

The smirk on his lips and the amusement is his way of saying how much he wouldn't mind letting his gaze lazily track Faraday's naked body around the room. "We are doing this again," he says firmly. "Just in case you had doubts."