Because I'm a man of my word.. and you're just gonna have to trust me.

[He lets out a pant of pleasure as he pulls him closer for another kiss, another twist of tongues together.]

The plan... is to get so wrapped up in you I forget how I got here.

[He doesn't even mean how he physically got the twelfth floor... the best thing about sex is that it quiets the residual impulses and memories left from years and years of torture and pain. For a half an hour or so, he'll get to enjoy the bliss of total silence in his head.]

Hurry up, you're killing me.