[These two are barely going to make it through dinner. They're not going to have a romantic walk around the lake because they're both too hormonal to keep their hands to themselves. Ain has no idea how anything works, but he can still admit that he wants Wolfwood all over him in some capacity.

Amazing what a week of self-reflection and wildly horny dreams does for a man and his self-discovery arc.]

Hard not to, when you're such a showoff. [wow] You flexed in the middle of a bar. ["For me" goes unspoken, for obvious reasons.] You don't know how to wear a shirt, either.

[Ain can pretend he's looking at the cross hanging between Wolfwood's pecs and not the pecs themselves, can't he? Yeah. He's doing that.]