Vasquez could hear that praise every day of his life and never get tired of it, so he's giddy to hear it now, kissing his way up Faraday's neck with soft little pecks before he gets to his lips, stealing a much longer kiss now, a delighted look on his face.

"Good, I couldn't disappoint the world's greatest lover," he teases with a smirk, wrapping his arms around Faraday's torso to settle in, vowing to deal with his own pressing problem soon.