[Paul obligingly sets his drink in Kaworu's hand, indulgent amusement glinting in his eyes. He trails his fingers further, down Kaworu's arm, skimming the front of his jacket, and then slips his hand underneath it to curve to the arc of Kaworu's lower ribs. They're as gracile and stark as ever, and he runs his thumb over them one rise and dip at a time.]

Tell him I appreciate the criticism, and will seek to improve myself, as all people should.

[Kaworu's sensation of touch bleeds through his t-shirt as luxuriantly as his warmth-tending-to-heat does.]

Before dawn is when so many interesting things happen. It's a shame you'll never know what they are.