[He snickers triumphantly and lightly kisses the side of her neck under her ear.]

Hmm, what was that? I stopped listening after the fourth word.

[He replays those first four words she made the horrendous mistake of stringing together in that specific order: "Quentin Quire is right."]

I'm just going to assume the rest was "and that's very sexy and cool of him."

[He can feel himself getting closer too, and he lets go of one of her hands so he can pull her up a bit and lightly turn her head so he can kiss her. The angle is awkward, but hey, e for effort. At least she has a hand free now, so she can help if she wants. He just needs some kind of outlet for the desire he's feeling that makes a part of him want to rush for the end when the rest of him really, really doesn't. He's determined to let this build gradually, savor it. Not because it could be the last time they do this. She already promised him multiple next times. It just feels good, and in the kind of shit life inherent to every poor bastard with a goddamn X-gene, "good" is something you hang onto.]