Dante could think of a couple of places to put his hands - but they'd work up to that.

It'd been too long since he'd slept with Ezra. And if he was at all inclined to introspection, he might have realized he was hungry for some contact with someone who got it without having to say anything.

He wasn't, though. So instead he stopped talking, nudged Ezra back against the wall he'd come from, and kissed his talky-as-hell mouth hard.