"Oh stop it-" Ossie laughs, resting his hands atop Giles'; not to stop him, just for the contact, to feel him as he works. To be quite honest he wants Giles in his bed yesterday, preferably a hundred years ago, but unlike his usual flings and daliances... There's something amicable here. It doesn't feel like Giles is saying it to win Ossie over, it feels like he actually means it, which is so rare as to be remarkable. Giles has already won him over with devotion and care, everything else is just icing.

"I've already waited a hundred blasted years for you, how much more time do you need?"