Body arching upward against rough, warm hands and softer lips, almost contemplative in their touch against his own ready skin, Robin laughs at Ishiah's sharp pinch. Small, fond, receptive as he always is. Responsive in body as well as in thought.

"I think, if nothing else ... "

Ducking his head, he presses himself between his body and Ishiah's mouth to press him backward, their foreheads molded together, their eyes inches apart. He smiles, without guile, pink tongue darting out to wet pleased lips. "It would be a very long time indeed before I stopped wanting to. Are you putting an offer on the table, Ishiah?"

His fingers find the muscle of Ishiah's back, following the deep line of strong spine up to the broad spread of his shoulders, where Robin grips.