Guilt arose, due to thinking of Humphrey in terms of his handicap. Disability. Challenge. Whatever the hell the P.C. term was currently. But not guilty enough not to be aroused. Licking his lips, Neil set his glass down upon the nearby table, and ran his own hand lightly along the other man's bare chest. He wanted nothing more than to be seduced, but felt as though that role was somehow his responsibility.
He leaned forward slightly and pressed his lips against Humphrey's, then muttered, "We could always make up for it?"