"I do," Caden replied, a little distracted by the thought of Calvin in pain. He didn't let that stop him from long, and he smiled, full of his usual self-confidence. "I do. And I'm very good at gentle, of course. And distraction." He smiled again, and added a drop of honey to the tea she'd poured him. "I'll do my very best. Won't breathe a word of this, even."
It wouldn't be the first time he'd write Cal out of the blue, and he was, in fact, overdue.