Speak for yourself, but thank you, I appreciate the effort. I know it's tempting. [If it were him who could call someone a funny name, he just might... Regardless, thanks, and thanks again for the double whammy of 'united front' and 'celebratory' mug cake. Celebrating themselves is a fine idea; letting go of Viktor, less appealing. He shifts his grip to find the hem of Viktor's shirt and slide his fingers up under it, not going anywhere, but greedy for the warmth of bare skin.

Anyway, what's a mug cake, forget about those. Who needs mug cake.]

It will still be there later. I'm told all you have to do is stir and cook; stay here with me a while longer.

[On this couch, in this bunker, in this town. Ahem. All of the above.]