He almost laughs again. Back long before this whole thing had started, he'd been aware of how Neil radiated sex, and aware that it had been mostly habit. This isn't habit, though, this is downright fucking intentional, and the same sort of skill is involved in both. He tugs Neil's head back a little harder, watching tendons stand out in his neck, drops of water trickling down the lines.

"Fucking tease," he says, flashing a grin. "I'm not even sure when you mean it and when you don't."