This was the biggest problem with Severus. They could talk in circles for hours, because every word could always be turned around, every generalization had its exception. Everything could be turned into something else, when he only wanted to know one thing.
He stared at Severus for a moment, and then he closed the gap and kissed him. It wasn't sweet or gentle, but pressing and needy, tongue pushing inside Severus' mouth, taking his time, exploring every part. "Do you want me, Severus?" he whispered. "It's a yes or no question."