Like I've said before, I'm old and patient. What else do I have but time?

[ he's joking a little too, since really now that they've started doing anything at all their progress is slow, but relatively steady. with some bumps in the road like beheading and kidnap, but, well, it happens. it's true enough he's able to be patient, though in most cases he doesn't like it.

this is just prolonging the duration of dealings between them, and that's fine.

his nails scrape lazily along anderson's stomach, eyes lidded, but the continued attention and the escalation of it is enough to distract him and he lets out a quiet groan, tongue pressing hard to the same spot below his ear so he can focus on that, on his heartbeat, keep himself measured. ]

Naturally.

[ murmured, about what he says. he's not surprised in the least. ] It makes sense, and shameless as I am, I'm not sure what to suggest that might aid in lessening that. I'd say continued instances of intimacy, but that's both selfish and obvious.

[ with a little lazy grin. his hand glides up now, fingertips gliding over his pec, his collarbone, his throat. ]

Though it is of note that your only choice in the matter is who you do things with. Because if you don't at all, they'll--make you.

[ with a grimace. it's not a nice subject, but-- ]

Less a failure than making sure things don't get even worse.