Vasquez makes a noise of protest, because it's not fair when Faraday actually goes and has sense like this. He's not supposed to talk about the things they need, not when he's currently working his mouth over all that rough, hot skin, moving his hands to Faraday's bare waist so he can push his fingers into the warmth there, which he's missed so much.

"Fine," he agrees hoarsely, even though he doesn't think it's so fine and he definitely doesn't let him go so easily. He breathes out slowly and takes his hands off Faraday, even going so far as to hold them up in the air, like he's showing how well he can behave.

Swallowing back another needy sound in his throat, he steps back to give Faraday room to undress, walking with long, easy steps to get what's left. It's not much, and it's everything he had on him when he'd run away, but it's enough.

He holds it up triumphantly as he lobs it to the end of the bed, crawling in at the head to sprawl out, lying on his stomach so that he can make his way to where Faraday is, perched on his forearms and staring up at him, his body long and lean and naked and on display and even if he's not at his peak, he knows it's not a bad sight.

"Well? Get naked faster," he insists.