[Aak bears an impish reminder, yet Baptiste wants nothing more than to indulge in this novel exchange. He even punctuates it with Baptiste's favorite sort of teasing: the temptation to neglect what he was expected to do to instead continue with something far more fun.

Baptiste's eyes slide closed. A groan leaves his lips as he forces himself to wrench his body from the other's hold. It is a feat managed only through a push of sheer willpower. Though his lips press into a pout as he reaches up to rub at the mark Aak left behind.]

[A sigh.] This is terrible timing. You promise me other stuff while I'm in the throes of an urgent agenda... [The curiosity and the desire to play is eating him alive. It's clear on his face.] so... perhaps I'll have to gamble that I can pull a lucky one again, eh?