Tony ran his tongue harshly over the sharp grooves in his teeth, exhaling a little chuckle through his nose. He kept his hands busy with setting up the dinner station.

"No, uh, that was my idea of getting comfortable before I drop another fucking bombshell on top of the pile." The water filled the pot, the fire brought it to a slow boil, and Tony shot up once his work was done and spun around.

"Is that okay? Do I get a little break in the action with the man I like-like before the nightly soul-baring?"