Ezra snickered. "Astute observation," he murmured, not that he cared much for talking, either. At least in any deep and meaningful way – after all, most of the time the only way to shut his mouth was to put something in it.

Anyway, he pushed his other hand under Dante's shirt, too. Touching (or scratching) someone else's skin was clearly what his day had been missing, and he was making up for that now.