He's not sure what does him in, the touch or the sight. All he knows is that he can feel that pulse again, tearing through Rat on a tail of warm, tingling skin and adrenaline. Arching back toward the ceiling, Rat's head lolls backwards and his eyes close, throat caught around a strangled, needful sound.

"Oh god," he says, amazed at this body, at the way Marius is touching him. At the way that Marius is writhing beneath him. "You look..." He smiles dopily, suddenly boneless.