Vasquez shifts his hand to cup Faraday's neck with his palm, lightly holding on and keeping himself comfortably close as he eases in to study him fondly. "Good, I want you to care," he insists, because he wouldn't just stop fucking around for anyone.

"It is your business now," he points out. "Now that I'm not with anyone else, I'm all yours, until you fuck it up," he teases, with a smirk, because he's not planning to let that happen. "Don't worry. I'll keep you from doing that," he adds quickly, so Faraday doesn't get frantic.