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Nnnh. [That was supposed to be an intelligent and coherent answer, but with all the wonderful things Billy's doing to his neck, that's about all Teddy can manage. He keeps his eyes shut and takes in a slow breath as the mark on his neck begins to heal, taking about five seconds until it looks as if nothing ever touched it. It's something of a record, though, and the small tingles of pain and pleasure melt away (and it's times like this that Teddy really wishes he didn't have such fast healing factor), enough for him to actually give a good response.]

I don't think we care. [It's said rather bluntly, and it's punctuated by the way Teddy ducks his head to nip against Billy's shoulder. He's pretty sure no one will give them any trouble for being a little late, anyway.]