Desire was about as subtle and graceless as a semi truck, but Declan's reaction to his verbal jab told him what he needed to know. As his legs were lowered, he pulled himself back up to the pile of pillows and sagged into it, burying his hands under one or another at random, legs bent and turned at lazy angles in pure repose.

"Mmhmm," he acknowledged. "But you don't need to make that face. You come back and cuddle and get some constructive criticism, alright?"