"Her short hair?" he fills in contrarily. Marius turns a deep red and Rat thinks all over again how he could probably just pin him down and have him. His head between Marius' legs, kissing him slick lips and fingers to replace his mouth. A thigh between his legs. The image of it, of Marius' face contorted with pleasure, the long red-gold hair spread out around him, makes his own cheeks warm.

He can feel heat skittering through him when Marius moans like that and then looks at him with such blatant desire. "I may have to go into town," he teases, kissing Marius' shoulder now. "Get us some clothes. Some other things." Shifting, Rat take his shoulders and rolls them, only to get caught and realize that he's now several inches shorter, less muscular and wiry than he's used to and the attempt gets them caught.

Most embarrassing of all, Rat can hear himself giggling, a high and breathless noise.