Your lips are-- ( scott flushes, laughs again, swallows in his throat. like always tony has reduced him to three main emotions: flustered, worried, wanting. it's always a humble experience no matter how it happens. ) God, they're... they're great. They're always--you're always great. Tony.

( he exhales, shivering. ) God.

It--kitchen first, right? ( that he's becoming prey to his basest insticts is almost embarrassing. ) Then couch? Then bed?