[It's different, knowing it happened, and hearing details about what happened. It's hard to imagine, though, and he tries to think of a situation in which he'd spread himself out for Dabi, of all people, and beg for it. The mental image is...something.]

Well, I live to please, you know that, Dabi.

[It's lilting, teasing, not genuine in any way. The teasing is good, the joking is good, because he doesn't exactly want to be at Dabi's throat either. Doesn't want to have to live here looking over his shoulder and watching his own back, wondering when Dabi's blue flames are going to lick against his wings again.

But to spread himself out and beg to be fucked by Dabi? That's...something else. Something entirely different. And he doesn't know how it makes him feel.]

Do it again, huh? Are you coming onto me?

[Raising an eyebrow, he leans in slightly, eyes locked on Dabi's face, and then he brings his cup to his mouth and takes a long pull from it, licking the foam away from his upper lip. Tries to imagine kissing him, what he'd taste like, what he'd look like naked, how it would feel to have Dabi's cock slide inside him. Imagines being suffused in that scent of smoke and flame and dry air, what Dabi's hands would feel like on his thighs, pushing them apart.

Licking his lips again, he breaks eye contact and laughs, shaking his head.]

Guess you must've liked it then, if you're so eager to do it again.