| ~Log - Alyssa Milano and Misha Collins
||[Mar. 23rd, 2009|11:17 pm]
[backdated - comments welcome]
Warnings: Het, sex, talk of kinkier things
Takes place the morning after their first night.
She has no clue what time it is as she stirs next to him, the bed warm and cozy, his body still curled around hers, and Alyssa snuggles back in closer to him. There are so many questions floating around in her morning-fuzzed brain, so many things she keeps playing over in her head, played in her dreams during the night. Watching Misha, Alyssa drapes an arm over his stomach, hissing a soft breath as the bed presses against the cut at her breast, and she smiles. Last night was the most intense and amazing time she can remember having and laying right next to her, with a soft and angelic look on his face, is the reason why.
Misha stirs a little at the brush of Alyssa's arm, slowly coming awake to find that she's watching him. She looks happy, and he smiles a little. "Good morning. Sleep well?" He certainly did.
Alyssa feels him begin to wake, and she smiles. The night left a sort of pleasant hum in her body and mind almost as if she's a little bit tipsy and it's only after Misha speaks does she finally accept that it wasn't a dream. "Mornin'. I slept perfectly," she seems to be in near the same position she fells asleep in, "thank you. You?"
"Very well," Misha replies, turning a little so that he can better look at her when he speaks. "Nobody has ever let me go that far before." That pretty much says it all, in his book.
Alyssa smiles warmly at him and can't help but snuggle closer as he turns toward her. She'd worried that the morning would be odd - strange silences or odd looks showing regret. She sees none in his eyes as he looks at her. "Really?" Her cheeks color as she recalls how she'd begged, felt, wanted more and dark eyes lower briefly. "I've never felt like that...I've wanted to for so long now."
Misha chuckles. "We've obviously both been playing in the wrong crowds." He rubs the sleep from his eyes a little, needing to wake up a little more. They need to talk. But there's also another . . . firm problem he's dealing with. Hardly surprising, given her cries last night to the rubbing alcohol and the whole sleeping together nude.
"Well," she purrs out with a soft laugh, "I like this crowd you're in." Alyssa rolls toward him, leg curling up to wrap around his knee and she can't stop the grin at what meets her thigh as she does. "At least I get a standing ovation from the crowd here." Okay, she knows it was cheesy, but she can't help the wide grin. "Misha or..." Alyssa lifts her brow a bit, waiting to see exactly what he wants to be referred to as now that last night's scene is over.
"I'm liking the crowd as well," Misha replies, and he grins back when he feels her thigh brush up against him. At the lifted brow, he ponders. "Misha, for now," he says, trailing a hand up her side. "Until we have a contract--which maybe we can start to discuss over breakfast. For now . . ." His hand brushes across the cut on her breast. "I'd love to have you ride me, if you're up for it."
"Misha, it is then." A contract over breakfast? Duke had mentioned a contract, but it had never happened. "Mmm, that feels so strange," she sighs with a smile as she glances down to fingers and the marks on her body, "I like it though...and I'd love to." With a sly little grin, she slide around and moves to straddle Misha's hips, sitting just behind his cock with her ass on his thighs and begins to slowly stroke him. "I know I won't get pregnant, but..." she lifts a brow, "condom?" The thought seems a bit pointless since he's had her blood in his mouth now.
Misha glances over at the bedside table, and sure enough, there are condoms--and packets of lube. He's starting to recognize the two things in various places now. He reaches over and grabs a condom. "Yes. I prefer wearing one unless I know for certain there's no chance of an accident, you know?" Kids are not on his agenda.
Alyssa stops him with a gentle hand to his as she looks from his eyes to his cock, slides down his legs a bit then dips her head. Reaching up, she grips her hair and tugs it to the side, allowing for Misha to have a good view as her lips part and she takes him in completely before pulling back. "Just had to get a taste of it," she breathes out against him, "I could get used to this." Alyssa licks up the underside with a slow, firm press of her tongue then smiles up to him.
"You know, you can tease me a little first. It's allowed--encouraged," Misha says with a grin, feeling himself grow even harder at the warm slippery feel of her tongue.
This was not only something Alyssa loved, but absolutely she was pretty damn good at, or at least she thought from Duke's reactions. "Encouraged, huh? Mmm, I like that." Bowing her back up like a cat, Alyssa's mouth finds him once more and she licks from balls to tip, swirling her tongue at the slit before sinking down on his length.
Misha groans, unable to speak for a few seconds. "And I like that," he returns when he can, bringing a hand down to tangle in her hair, gently pulling and pushing along with her movements. He can't help but compare it to another blow job in a shower a couple weeks back.
The hand in her hair gets Misha a low, soft purr of pleasure as Alyssa's hips gently rock downward against his legs. She doesn't rush or push things, simply toying with the end of his cock, teasing at him before slipping back down only to pull off completely with a soft giggle as she looks up. "More?"
"More. Or I'll roll you over and start doing things myself," Misha says with a nasty grin. "But I'd prefer to watch you this time. So yes. More." He can be a lazy bastard this morning. Hell, he's still waking up.
Alyssa had expected a 'yes, please', and the fact that Misha gives the request as more of an order brings a light covering of goosebumps to her flesh. "Well," she says with a smirk of her own and a lick to the head of his cock, "we wouldn't want you to go through any undue stress, would we?" Dipping her head back down, she takes him in once again, wetly pumping his cock with her mouth.
Misha grips her hair tight with one hand, the other hand gripping the sheets as she starts to really work things, engulfing him in pleasure. "Ohh yesss," he praises her, trying to hold still. Another minute of this, and he'll be more than ready to fuck her.
Back bowing upward, hips rocking downward against him, Alyssa uses her mouth with every ounce of skill she has, feeling Misha grow harder, thicker, inside the heat of her. She loves to tease, tasting the small drop of pre-come his body lets off and as she pulls back, skims her teeth barely over the surface of the warm flesh, purring softly against him as he grips her hair.
"All right," Misha says in a voice roughened by need. "I hope you're ready. I want you to ride my cock now. Keep giving me a show--that's a girl." She's doing very well so far.
She pulls off with a sheepish grin, unaware of the show, but definitely tickled that Misha is enjoying himself. "Least I know you like watching me," Alyssa purrs out with a wicked little smile as she reaches for the condom packet, rips it open then skillfully strokes it down over Misha's hard length.
Shifting forward, placing both hands on his chest, Alyssa lifts slightly, legs spread wide, then slowly slips down, easing him into her as she watches his face. "Mmm, yess!"
Misha groans as he sinks into her, keeping his eyes open, watching her face as well. "Sore at all?" he asks, shifting his hips a little, just to better feel her. He likes that she's small and petite. In fact, it's a tremendous turn on.
Petite has its good qualities and bad, it means that she can move and turn and twist easily, it also means that as Misha lifts, so does her entire body, driving his cock deep up into her and she lets out a strangled gasp as her head drops back. "Sore...tight!" Alyssa grinds against him, loving the near too-tight feeling.
That gets a grin. "Good. Means I did my job right last night then," Misha quips, settling again so that she can move at her own pace and he can just lay back and enjoy.
His cocky little comment gets a wrinkled-nosed smirk before Alyssa pushes up to sink back down, her hands going behind her, bracing on his thighs as she rocks her hips down against him now in a steady pace, head dropping back with a soft, long groan of pleasure-filled pain.
Oh that's much better, Misha thinks, keeping his cocky mouth shut now, except for the occasional moan. He rests his hands on Alyssa's hips, letting her do the work but enjoying the feel of her muscles tightening and relaxing--both her thigh muscles, and the muscles inside her. "I want to see you find your own pleasure. You're allowed to come whenever you want." It's a gift for the successful scene last night. He can be giving. Sometimes.
There's a soft smile tugs at her lips at the fact Misha just granted permission for her climax, but nevertheless, permission has been given and Alyssa makes the most of it as her hips rise and fall now in a more anxious, desperate pattern. "Thank you, Sir!" Shifting forward, Alyssa angles her hips so that with every motion downward, her clit just grazes his body and soon the fire inside her roars to an inferno as she cries out, clamping down around him. "Oh...oh, Sir! Oh, god! Yess!"
As for himself, Misha also wants to let his own pleasure just build, without having to concentrate on anything. When she clamps down around him in her passion, however, that's just a little more than he can take, mostly thanks to that teasing blow job she gave him earlier. He gives a short cry, thrusting up suddenly as pleasure overtakes him, coming hard into the condom, thrusting up until his own climax is over.
His pushes nearly upward send shudders of a smaller climax through her with the feeling of his cock pulsing inside and as his orgasm finally ebbs, Alyssa sinks forward, her body resting against his for a moment before she slowly, carefully, lifts from his body to curl up beside him, knowing the condom needs to be dealt with. "That...was...amazing," she pants out softly, trying to gain her breath back.
It's a moment before he can reply; he takes off the spent condom and tosses it into the garbage, pulling her against him while they rest. "Really?" And that wasn't much of anything. Just plain simple sex. They do seem to be well matched. "Very nice way to wake up." Of course it does make him almost want to take a nap again. But he's hungry. And they have things to discuss.
Nodding against him, Alyssa smiles as she trails her fingers across his chest, "Was a very nice way to say good morning." Trying to recall the last time she's had the chance to feel this way first thing, she simply pushes the thoughts from her head as she presses a kiss to his nipple. "Breakfast is another nice way to have a good morning, you know." Petite as she is, Alyssa knows how to eat.
"You rest then," Misha says, slowly sitting up and stretching. "And I'll call room service. What would you like to eat?" He heads to the bathroom to use it while he listens for her answer, thinking that for himself, steak and eggs sounds like the perfect thing.
As Misha heads to the restroom, Alyssa stretches and moans, the soft smile still plastered to her face as she watches his backside cross the room. "Strawberries and whipped cream and an egg white and veggie omelet!" Oh, that definitely will hit the spot. "I'll grab the bathroom as you order."
"Perfect," Misha answers, washing his hands. He dials up the room service and makes their orders, ordering also some coffee and orange juice to drink as he waits for Alyssa to do her thing in the bathroom. The closets are equipped with fluffy bathrobes, one of which he dons as he waits for the food to arrive.
With a quick brushing of her teeth and a wash of her face, Alyssa finishes up, singing softly to herself as she washes and dries her hands then moves back to the bedroom. "Well, don't you look all cozy and comfy there." Alyssa moves toward him, wrapping her arms around him in a firm hug, "Is there one for me or should I just join you in yours?"
Misha chuckles. "As much as I'd love you to join me in mine, I'd like to talk, and that would be a bit distracting. There's another for you in the closet." He guides her over and helps her put it on. "Nice, huh?" The whole place is pretty amazing.
Alyssa smiles up to him, then nods as he slips the plush robe around around her. "I can see it being distracting for both of us." She tugs the robe around her body, pushes the sleeves up to actually gain sight of her hands then leans up to press a kiss to Misha's cheek. "I suppose the couch works for our talk?"
"Works for me," Misha replies, smiling a little at how Alyssa swims in the large robe. That lovely 'one size fits all' that never seems to actually work. He settles himself on the couch, working to organize his mind into what to say, and what to ask. "There's one thing I need to tell you first. It's something that's come up only very recently, but it's a very big thing." His bisexuality.
Curling up on a cushion near Misha, but still far enough for the space allowed to turn to face him, Alyssa feels her stomach knot just a little at the idea of 'the talk', and a thousand things run through her mind. He's married? A serial killer? Tortures small bunnies for a hobby? "Alright," she says with a deep breath, "no point going further unless we're honest."
"Exactly." And even though he knows it's important, it's still hard for him to talk about. Particularly with women. "I know you've read my journal since you replied to me there, and I've come off pretty certain about the kinds of things I want. But recently a few experiences made me realize that . . ." He taps his foot nervously. "I seem to be attracted to some guys as well as girls. This is really new, and I'm having kind of a hard time with it. But you should know that it's pretty clear now that I'm bisexual." He holds his breath for her reaction.
If the look on Misha's face didn't show the anxiety he feels at having to tell her that, Alyssa swears she'd reach across, grab him and let out a squeal of relief. He's not a serial killer and, as far as she can tell, there are no dead bunnies behind him, but instead of the reaction she wants to give, Alyssa simply smiles. "Misha, Duke was bisexual as well." Alyssa reaches out, her hand going to cover his, "I'd be one hell of a hypocrite if I told you I couldn't handle that when I like women as well."
"Oh good," Misha says in an exhalation of breath, truly relieved--and unable to help the barage of images that Alyssa's own admission brings. "I mean--" He laughs. "I guess that sounds like a typical guy thing. But I really do mean good--that you understand. And I'm going to add that this means I'm going to be playing with men as well, and probably other women. Does that bother you?"
Alyssa listens to him, her eyes soft as she watches him and how nervous he seems. "I think I need to answer your questions with questions, I'm afraid." She shifts a bit, her knees drawing up against her body a bit more. "Would you want me only playing with you?" Alyssa sighs softly as she wraps her arms around her pulled-up knees, "I'm not sure exactly what you want from this, where you see us going. It's one thing for you to play with others, but if we, you and I, make this something more, would I be sharing your home with others as well?"
"That's moving pretty quick," Misha concedes, though he knows if they're both to realize their fantasies, that's exactly where they'll be heading. "I think we'll want to move gradually towards true slavery--give us both time to get used to that. Do I see you living with me? Eventually, yes, I certainly hope so. I don't know that I'm ready right now to make all the rules for you. As for sharing a house with somebody else . . . I wouldn't rule it out. There's one fellow that I've seen recently, that I . . ." He presses his lips together--this is another hard thing to admit. "That I have feelings for. So I don't know what the future will hold in that regard."
He's honest and she likes that, let's her know exactly where she stands and what to expect, look forward to, or not, in the future. Propping her chin on her knees, Alyssa smiles, "I don't know that I'm ready for the full slave thing either, not yet anyway. I don't want to rush into something, anything, especially when it affects so much." Alyssa pushes at the sleeves, her hands having completely disappeared once more, then meets his eyes again. "I don't mind you having feelings for someone else, at least I don't think I would. I've...well, I've never been one much for jealousy, be it against a man or woman, but, "she lowers her eyes, working the words over in her head, "I know I wouldn't want to feel like someone that simply got the part of you that was left over...not part of a harem thing."
Misha frowns a little, pondering her words. "Not part of a harem thing . . . can you explain that? I understand not wanting to get leftovers--I would never want that either, and if it ever felt like that to you, then something isn't working right." He's relieved that she's not ready to rush into anything either. No matter how much certain parts of them may want it. "Ideally, a Master/slave relationship should grow into one of love and even partnership. Now I might have more than one love in my life; I don't know. But leftovers . . . no. I don't think so." He looks at her solemnly. "I already care for you, Alyssa. I would not do that to you."
It feels so odd to talk to him like this, and yet as she sits there, she's more at ease than she can remember being - mind and body. "I've known a couple of slaves that were actually part of a stable of several other slaves. I'm not sure I could live that way." Alyssa looks down for a moment then meets his eyes, "Just don't want to get lost in the fray, ya know. I don't expect love. I agree, love is something that grows over time, but I'm not naive either, there's a vast difference in serving and loving, my hope is that there can be both here."
Ah, that's what she means. "While I'd love to have many women to adore . . . no. I don't want a harem. Much better to have a more intense relationship with one. Besides, I think it would be impossible to meet everyone's needs." He likes her attitude about love--he has the same attitude. It's something he hopes for, but also something which will need time. "Okay. This sounds good. Where I want to start, then, is by having you fill out the full checklist, so I know just what you think of everything. I'll fill out mine as well. Then you'll be able to see where we have kinks in common." He pauses as there's a knock on the door, and goes to let in the room attendant with their food. Once things are set up, he resumes his place on the sofa, offering Alyssa a strawberry garnishing his plate.
Alyssa watches him with a giggle, "I don't think there's a man alive that wouldn't like the idea of his own harem...well, except maybe Michael Jackson. I think it'd scare him to death." As he rises to answer the door, she quiets for a moment - actually putting down her desires, her wants, on paper seems as odd as it does enticing. "Misha," she says as he closes the door and returns, looking up as he sits, "Duke didn't do much of the harder stuff with me. Do you consider it a kink even if I've not done it yet?"
With a wicked grin, she snags the berry, lips wrapping around it slowly as she gently bites into the fruit, a small trickle of juice escaping the corner of her mouth.
"Oh yes," Misha answers, watching her chew. "You missed a drop," he says in a low voice, leaning forward to lick the juice from her mouth. Sitting back, he continues. "Anything you want to do, anything you'd absolutely never do--I want to know all of it. I don't care if it embarrasses you--tell me. I can't possibly fill your needs and your fantasies if I don't know what they are."
The lick to the corner of her lips brings a soft moan and a shiver of pleasure. Back on track, Aly, she thinks to herself as she nods to him, lightly licking at the spot his tongue just found. "It's been so long since I've even looked at a checklist," she says with a smile, "but if last night was any indication, I'd say knife play definitely rates as a hard kink."
"Knife play is one of my favorites," Misha says with a grin, cutting himself some steak and eating it. "Maybe we can put a star or something next to things we've never tried, have no idea if we'd enjoy them, but are curious about." He contemplates the shower incident. "I have to confess something. It might have embarassed you. But I thought it was kind of hot that I made you pee."
Alyssa nods, liking the idea of the stars next to things. There are so many thing she knows she'd love given the chance. "I like that idea, 'm curious about a lot really." The next statement catches her mid-swallow and she coughs lightly as her face turns brilliant pink. "I couldn't stop it. The warmth and the pain mixed and..." She shrugs with a little sheepish grin, "I'm glad you didn't freak."
"It just surprised me," Misha says, shrugging and taking another bite. "I think I might have discovered a kink for humiliation." He chews for a moment, considering what else they need to discuss. "You've talked a bit about fantasies you have about being a slave, how you envision it. I'd kind of like to give you an assignment besides the checklist. I'd like your take on how you'd like to serve and submit. Kind of your big picture of how you'd like things to be. Something written, so I can refer back to it."
The pink of her skin deepens, nearly glowing as she nods, whispering softly, "It was such an odd feeling, to lose that control in front of you. I'm just glad it was in the shower." Alyssa's eyes widen as the thought of being clothed and...No, no, no. Can't think on that.
With a soft sigh, Alyssa situates herself, settling her plate in her lap. She's thought about it, knows exactly how she sees herself as a slave, but if that goes with Misha's idea - she has no clue. "I can tell you most of it now, right it down later.". She watches him with a steady gaze, "I want to give completely - no safewords. If you'd tell me to sleep in the back yard naked, I'd do my best to abide. I can't say I won't fight against some things, but..."
Misha nods, moving on from his steak to his eggs. "So a 24/7, live in slave where I basically control everything from what you wear to where you sleep, what you eat, and when and how you're played with." He sits back for a moment. "Let me ask you this. Would you like opportunities where I'd allow you to play with others? Serve/service others? Possibly while I watched?" That could definitely be hot.
Oh god, yes, she thinks to herself but simply looks at him and nods slowly. "Part of me would very much like to be able to talk to others of my own free will," she gives a light shiver as she takes a drink, "part of me wants to give over everything. Even," she whispers out, lowering her eyes, "my bodily functions."
Alyssa's lowered eyes fly open and it's all she can do to halt the moan that fight to leave her. "If you are my master, and you wanted it, my only options would be to obey or be punished." Though Alyssa thinks both options sound damn good to her.
Good. It was her reaction that he wanted to see, and he's not disappointed. They definitely have similar wants. "Probably I wouldn't control all those things every single day. But it would be fun to control different things at different times." He smiles evilly. "Mix it up."
He sets aside his breakfast, full for the moment. Also out of questions. "Do you have any questions?"
She can feel the heat in her face and chest as she reveals to him desires that have, till now, only been part of those dark, wicked fantasies that her mind plays in the dark of the night as her fingers
find her own wetness.
Alyssa nods then pushes her own plate to the side, more interested in the man in front of her - and the fruit will wait. "Would there be set rules? Those that didn't change from day to day?" She takes a deep breath, wondering about his answer to her next questions. "How extreme could go? How far do you see taking me?"
"Oh there would have to be some set rules. Absolutely. I'm thinking it would be more the things like bodily functions where I wouldn't want total control all the time--if I'm working I don't want to have to call and say 'eat!' But for example I might insist that you wear your collar all the time and be waiting kneeling naked on the carpet for when I get home from filming." He grins at the thought.
The second question gives him pause. "I honestly don't know how extreme things could go--because things change. That's why I want to see your checklist. That gives me my boundaries. I definitely could see myself keeping you in a cage for several days eating out of a dog dish and being brought out only for punishment or so I can fuck you. I don't know if that's extreme, but I could definitely do it. Some might say what we did last night was extreme. It's all according to your individual definition."
Nodding, Alyssa definitely agrees that his life shouldn't he halted to inform her on necessary things. "Right, that would not only be hectic for you to have to remember to call, but also be unusual on my end because you wouldn't know my needs if you were away."
There is no way to stop the moan or the shift of slender hips as dark eyes threaten to close at the images that flood her head. "Misha," she nearly purrs out, "I...uhm..." heart pounding she struggles to form a simple phrase but all that comes is a breathy 'Oh god'.
Misha grins. "Like that idea, do you? I'll have to remember that. And I haven't forgotten the bukkake thing either." He pours himself some coffee to drink. "Probably what I'll end up doing is verbalizing ideas like that and gauging your reactions. Your reactions will probably guide a lot of what I do."
A thought comes to him. "What would you say your needs are? Because you know, that's my responsibility if I'm your Master. Making sure your needs--not necessary wants, mind you, but real needs--are taken care of."
"I do, yeah...yes." Oh, and he would remember that, wouldn't he. She sits here with Misha in more than a little bit of shock. In all her years with Duke, never was the man able to sit and calmly listen and ask and know what her desires were without becoming so stressed he'd have to leave the room. "Well," she says with a quirky grin, "that was definitely a good reaction."
The question he asks takes Alyssa by shock and she sits there for a moment. She's never given thought to her basic, bare needs and it takes a bit more thought than she thought that it would. Top of the line shampoo? More than likely a desire than a need. "Aside from food and shelter? I suppose the main one would be a special cleanser for my face. I have allergies to most and they break me out." She knows that sounds silly, childish even, but that is a true need for her. "Other than that? To feel cared for. I'll try to submit to anything you do, so long as I feel cared for."
Misha nods. "Write it down--or actually I'm probably going to have you take care of shopping needs because I hate it. Also, please please tell me about any allergies or health concerns you have. I don't want to make you wear latex or something and then find out you can't breathe." That would be very bad.
Alyssa grins then shakes her head. "None that I know of. I wore leather and latex and all that on the set of Charmed and have worn latex gloves several times." She'll make him a list of everything, just as he's asking, but saying it out loud always helps too. "I'm healthy, save for a cold once in awhile. Duke always made certain I had regular and complete physicals."
"I would hope so." That he wants her healthy is of course without question. Misha gazes at the unkempt room, the unmade bed, the towels with blood that the room service will eventually have to deal with. "I think that's everything for now, then. It's going to take me a little bit to work all of this over in my head. I have to go up to Vancouver for some filming in the next few weeks." He smiles. "Apparently, fans like me. I have an almost steady job, for a while."
Following his eyes around the room, she gives him a sheepish grin, "We sort of left a bit of a mess, didn't we?" Though Alyssa is quite certain that their room is probably mild compared to some of them and how they are left. Alyssa nodded as she reached out to take his hand, her own petite next to his. "I can see why they like you. Misha, just as I wouldn't want you rushing me, I'm not about to press you on this. It's a huge leap...for both of us." With a soft shrug, she glances around then back to him, "I don't seem to be going anywhere any time soon." There is one other question in her mind, but she decides it can wait until steps are at least in the works.
Oh yeah, it's a huge leap all right. "One step at a time," he assures her. Which reminds him. "Where are you working these days? Do you have a job?" He would have to work that into his plan of course. He smiles lopsidedly. "I'm still somewhat a starving actor."
With a shake of dark hair, Aly gives a wicked little grin, "I am a lady of luxury," she purrs out, striking a dramatic pose on the couch before looking back to him. "No, seriously though," she gives him a wink, straightening up on the couch to wiggle back into her spot, "Duke made certain I would never want for anything. My loft, the car...all paid for. And, I have a comfortable bank account. He loved me, I know he did in some odd way, it was just more daddy than dom."
That gets a raised eyebrow. "So you're . . . well off? As in, I don't have to stress about the cost of booking a room here?" And though he wouldn't admit it, that little fact had been stressing him.
Alyssa feels the blush creep across her cheeks and nose as she nods to Misha. "More than 'well off', actually." She hates talking about finances and how much Duke actually gave her, but she's talking about entering into something very deep and very binding, in her eyes, and finances do play a part in her life. "I can't do the jetset in Paris every month, but Duke made it so I never have to work again and can still live quite nicely."
Misha gives a low whistle. "I'd consider that well off then. Okay. Good to know." So she isn't working, and doesn't need to. He'll figure out the rest later. "I think that's enough for us both to chew on for now, then." He smiles. "Plenty to look forward to later."