[ It's very unfair to give Pagan a chance to work his silver-tongued magic and then do that. There's poetry forming in his throat ready to spill forth and catalogue Ajay's finer qualities for him, suddenly trampled by the moan that slips past at the movement of Ajay's hand, the sound he makes as he does it. Well, Pagan'll do his best. ]

You, and all your contradictions. Leading man good looks with the shy-best-friend character laugh. Deadly tactics in a fight and sweetness and humor one-on-one. Lethal hands that can - [ and his hips rock forward into Ajay's touch, involuntary but immaculately timed, making Pagan laugh ] do that. God.