[The warm body pulls back and Aak takes some satisfaction in the fact it seems so difficult. He does settle his feet back down onto the beachfront sand and flicks his tongue over his lip before back inside his mouth.]

You could be in other kinds of throes. [It's less of a serious attempt at seduction and more teasing now. Baptiste has chosen the path of responsibility and so it felt like making fun of a friend deciding to do their homework. Not that Aak had friends. Or homework. Either way, it's a smug, toothy grin.]

But, weeeeeell, if you want to gamble then I shouldn't give you my contact info, right? Leave it up to chance?

[Despite everything about the atmosphere Baptiste gives off, Aak still naturally assumes everyone gets the network and communicator until proven anyways.]