"Charlie, boys, and me lockin' her in a tower 'till she's forty." Neil replied without missing a beat--but only because there was no real way he could shut it off. Situational awareness kept him alive, there was never an occasion where he could let his guard down long enough to forget much of anything: faces, conversations, sounds--it could all mean the difference between life and death, meaning he could never fully lose himself in any one thing.

"But I agree: grown up time beats the hell outta plotting her abduction." he went on with a lopsided smile, reaching out to skim his fingers along her neck, and down over his shoulder to trace the bite mark he'd left there, gentle and lazy. Seeing it, touching it, made him want her all over again--but his body still had to do some catching up.

"Ember's Balls--you are so goddamn beautiful, Regina." he sighed, expression smoothing out into one of sated contentment and awe as his fingers continued to dance over the marks he'd left on her. "I can't even handle it, I swear to God..."