"Many more decades," Al echoed a correction. "I am certainly planning on it."
Al reached out to press his lips against the vibration of Severus' throat, even as the twitching of the blue quill patiently recording Severus' words tickled his ear with its letter-by-letter dance. At first it was purely curiosity - whether he could detect sound by tasting random bits of skin - but then it was determination of a different kind.
... make history... it was even transcribed in suggestive manner, not to mention the smirk that appeared on Severus' lips. Al didn't know what the double-meaning was, but when in doubt he assumed nowadays that the majority of unknown suggestive lines dealt with sex.
It seemed like a safe assumption. Statistics were on his side.
"M'trying to make history now," he pointed out with a warm chuckle against Severus' jaw. It fogged up his glasses and shook the blue quill into another flurry of movement. "Let's make some more!"