[Isaac blinks at him in the midst of working his finger in and out of grippy muscle, laughing suddenly as if Hector had cracked a joke.] Never in my life have I known a man more keen on kissing my ass. Of course, a man overcome with pain or pleasure will say anything.

[His smile closes, his amusement dimming from his eyes. He focuses tingling energy into his fingertip and fires off a few pulses inside him for good measure.]

I would more enjoy your pretty mouth were it put to work elsewhere.