Dante was feeling pretty languid at the moment, for obvious reasons, so the way his mouth slid down to one of Ezra's nipples might've been slower than it would've otherwise been, because he kept getting distracted along the way.

Which might've said something. Usually he was pretty focused on what he wanted.

He wrapped his hand idly around Ezra. "You know what," he said, "You are, at that. Been enjoying yourself?"