Mmm. There's one, we're sort of the way we are now, and it's Iris. And you're just — it's always the sounds you make. I remember the noises you made that very first time, you know, when I played the guitar for you? So...

[He hums, tightening his arm around Adrian.]

You're all worked up, and I've lost count of how many times I've gotten you off, but you're up against my ear whining because it's not enough...just, all sorts of things coming out of your mouth. That you want more, that it feels good. That you like me. That you're so hot and you need me. That...I make you feel better.

[He tilts his chin, brushing a kiss against Adrian's head.]

Hah. Here you are with this cute fantasy, and mine's just filthy. But I like it when you need me. It feels good.