Ryan eased a little closer, taking another deep breath unobtrusively. Oh yes. Sex. "I do think, yes," he drawled again. "I've been incareated for thirty-three months. Am I supposed to resist a fine wine too?" he said, eyebrow raising as he shifts even closer. Tempting. So fucking tempting. He needed to keep his head, but damn, he didn't want to. He would--would try, anyway.
"Hmmmmm. There's a certain appeal to 'please, please, please,'" he said it with a hint of huskiness, implying by the tone the pleas for more during sex, but mentally qualifying it as both kinds of pleas. His lips curled into a teasing smile as he spoke.
"While some appearances can be deceiving, this one certainly isn't," he replied back.