He always would be? The sheer idea seemed to stall him from making any kind of response, aware it would take him time to sort out exactly what that meant. His eyebrows still knit together as he tried to sort of the warmth in his belly that had nothing to do with food or even drinking something warm. It was like he was experiencing some kind of twisting that was not uncomfortable but instead... anticipatory?

And his world ground to a halt so suddenly it shocked him. The feel of her lips against his own drew no memories from him immediately, but there was a flush of familiarity with it that caused his shoulders to sag as he tried to remember how to kiss in the first place. His lips did respond, pressing against her own, even nudging hers a bit before she was pulling away, and he found himself longing for something like that again. He didn't even have to think with it.

It wasn't until the door opened that he realized he had been standing in a daze, but his blue eyes narrowed dangerously at the interruption. He took a step, small but still menacing, but her look caught him and he slowly returned to standing simply. "I'll be patient," he murmured softly. "I'll be waiting," he added as she slipped out and moved to sit on the bed before he lifted a hand and ran his flesh fingers over his lips.