[ God. He'd been fishing for that kind of response and yet, somehow, it's better than he could have dreamed. The praise makes sends a thrill of pleasure through him, fingers flexing on Louis's shoulders. Hearing the words from Louis' mouth, watching his lips form the words, hearing his slow heartbeat tick up ever so briefly, his eyes trained on him... How is he supposed to behave, be a good and respectful companion, when Louis is so tempting like this? ]

I think it will take more than the crossing of your fingers and some stern admonishments every so often to domesticate me, Louis.

[ No pet names, not now. Not when he feels like a ball of energy ready to be flung at the wall. Oh, give him a reprieve from those glittering eyes before it becomes too much...! ]

You're getting a little sidetracked from the matter at hand.