Oh, does that mean you'd prefer to give? How generous of you, Mr. Sunday. [ he shudders as wonweek slips a hand beneath his shirt, gloved hands gliding up his front and to his chest. ] Is that true, Sunday? [ aventurine looks back at him, reaching for his wrist to tug him back in close. ] Still? Who knew you'd gain such a fascination, a... desperation... for little ol' me. [ he guides his hand to the hem of his shirt, so he can join his other self in feeling him up. ] If that is the case, then why not enjoy the dream~?