[He makes a meaningless affirmative noise and breaks to speak. For clarification, of course.]

You were, but you didn't let me finish.

"Don't flirt with me, Dr. Jonathan Crane—"

[His kisses have soft pressure, but it's not long before he deepens it to the point their teeth might clatter. A tap suddenly digging in flesh like needles and a kiss nipping at his lower lip, craving for that warm trickle of blood.]

"—because I just might flirt back."