Evan sounded happy, pleased. And Barty liked that, liked that whatever he was saying in some way made some sense, spoke to him and made him feel good like Barty felt. They both felt good. Had to be a good feeling then, whatever it was. Whatever it meant was good.
His tongue licked Evan clean, but Barty's eyes looked up, taking in the sight. Pretty, so pretty. Barty loved it. "Mmhmm," Barty nodded, "Every morning." He liked how it sounded.