Always, Barty heard with a small shiver traveling up his spine. Always his. And like hell he was going to change his mind, really, no. That wasn't gong to happen - had never happened in a long time. And he knew who he wanted clearly, and he had him. Had him.
Barty kissed Evan back, his hands coming up to pull Evan's face closer. "I'll hold you to it," Barty replied, slightly teasing though mostly he meant it.