"Don' give 'dem any ideas." He reminded with a little smile, watching as he undressed.. and Remy was slowly following suit, tugging off his t-shirt to leave him shirtless, and with his shoes, socks and pants off, he was in just boxer briefs, and climbing into the bed next to his lover.
"'Fine' uh wor' in Time Lor' 'dat means 'I ain' doin' okay?'" He questioned with a little lift of his eyebrows, settling in beside him and smoothing a gloved hand up and over his t-shirt covered chest. But the Doctor wouldn't get a chance to answer. The Cajun was leaning to press his mouth to the other man's. A slow, chaste thing at first, that would deepen if that brunette would allow it.