[ Something lower in his body immediately reacts with all the interest in the world. Ohhhh no. All reason escapes his brain immediately, and his thumb gently strokes the inside of Kaine's wrist as he leans closer.

Who is he now? It doesn't matter anymore. He's this amalgamation of a man (or two) who's feeling everything.

When he answers, it's in a low and slow tone. ]

Do you remember what comes after that?

[ An entire weekend in bed as an apology, only punctuated with the important shower time (also not necessarily alone). ]