[ of course, there's that caught-off, yearning little look that always appears when claude is like this. it bubbles forth from a blend of thinking claude is the stitch-work keeping everything together and feeling so undeserving of those warm gloved hands on his face. ]
You've spent so much time with me. You're going to give me what I want. Taste is all I can give back. If it ends up tasting like shit, I—