Marius nuzzles against where he just kissed Rat, smiling at the way his lover bites down so as to keep noise from escaping. The way their bodies react to one another while in these shapes provide a molten sort of heat; constant, and shifting from moment to moment. Marius means to enjoy these new sensations for as long as he can.

His own breath catches as Rat thumbs his bullet wound; he shivers a bit. "Yes," he agrees. He pulls back a bit from Rat's shoulder to look at his lover with amused, slightly glazed eyes. "God, we are never leaving this bed, are we?"