I was so fucking angry with you and all it did was turn you on?

[ Not that he sounds at all bothered by that. Not when it had led to turning the world upside down again and finding himself in Alastor's arms.

Or Alastor's throat in his hands as he takes a slow step back towards the bed, pulling Alastor with him with the pricking of his claws against the slender column of Alastor's throat. His picture wobbled, flickering at those words. ]

You're right. I will be your last thought but you are not leaving and...

[ His picture grows stormy. ]

Never call yourself that again.

[ His words come out hard, giving a twist against tender skin. ]

I don't need to know the details to know you are never a coward, Alastor. Surviving is the one thing you and I do. Even death in life couldn't stop us. I will not have you calling yourself that.

You are mine, Alastor, and no one that is mine is a coward. You are strong and deadly and no one that would force you from here did so easily. I trust you enough to know that.

[ With that hold on Alastor's throat, he turns him towards the bed. Giving him a shove towards it, though he follows him, pressed against him as he pushes him down. ]

If I have to clear the Vees from the Tower and killed the baby Morningstar myself I will, but you are mine no matter what happens.