And Ezra was fucking fantastic at following up on his groundwork, too. "Y'like me easy," Dante said, but it was automatic; he wasn't paying much attention at all to what was coming out of his mouth.

There was one tried and true way to switch him off - or rather, on. Ez had always known how to take advantage of it.

His arm slid around Ezra's side and he rocked his hips up against... that was a leg, probably.