"Ain't no one ever managed that," he says, all of his bravado kind of rushing back in an instant with that proclamation and unable to help himself throwing that back at Vasquez, feeling more himself with those words.

Groaning though at that first kiss, the sensation of prickling hairs and soft lips on the sensitive skin of his neck. Loving the sensation, arching back to offer his throat. Those though words bring him still, even if his heart is racing.

"You're... you told him this?"