He lets out a whine, almost affecting sullenness, and shoots Neil a glare that he doesn't mean in the slightest before he lifts his arms and stretches them back over his head. And it feels good, the additional stretch of his spine, the upward arch of his body and the exposure. He licks his lips, breath hitching.

His whole body feels like a hungry mouth. "Yeah," he murmurs. "Guess I do."