At your leisure. [He manages, enjoying each erotic image more than the last.]

Though perhaps it would be fun to just watch you get me off with your mouth alone. But let's be realistic. You're collared, not chained. How much longer can you resist it?

[How much longer can he himself resist it? Cid hisses slightly at the clench of those claws.]

Careful, love. I can't just mend myself up like you can.

[ He tugs on Barnabas' horn to bring him up to face level to kiss him.]