"I'm still not convinced that there's not something you're hiding," he said, wondering what it was. He knew it most likely wouldn't be perfect, that he'd struggle with the intensity of it, but he'd try because when he was in that mindset, he did what Stephen wanted him to do. "And fine never means that with either of us."
He smiled, turning his head when Stephen bit his earlobe to kiss him, all tongues and teeth. "I'd say that would be a somewhat happy accident," he decided. "And let's not fantasize about punching people. Fantasize about me, I'm far nicer than the crack of a broken nose."