Warren flushed again and let it drop for now, deciding that was as far as he wanted to push his communication ability. But he was smiling a little. It was progress. Talking about things they wanted to do, fantasies, that kind of things. It was... weird, actually. Having someone to talk to and discuss actually doing the weird sexual fantasies he might have had in the back of his mind.

But it was a good kind of weird. The kind that reinforced that they were in this together, making this work. And that was a really good feeling.