Oh, you've inspired a third wind in me, of that I also promise. [Everett says, assuredly, kissing Hector with more passion and hunger than before. More honestly, perhaps, so much less to be hung up over. It's out in the open, this odd and caring and playful love of theirs.]

What was next... having you from behind, as if I'd gone feral? That sounds a fearsome thing, a feral faun in love. [and he suspects Hector is going to be excited over the prospect]