Anael had bent his legs to bracket Jack's hips, a hand in his hair, the other gently stroking his back as they kissed. The man's words made him smile against his lips. "I appreciate your breaking your habits," Anael told him honestly. "But if you'd rather let restraint go, we can always go back to kissing for hours afterwards."

Nothing was a problem, really; there were only solutions, when it came to moments like these.