"All right," Weiler agreed easily, quick and without complaint. He doubted anything Locke would suggest would be something too much for him to handle, and he doubted it even more that it'd be something he wouldn't like. After all, if they really got down to it, Weiler's experience with strange and over-zealous tastes was probably much more diverse than even the soldier's.

"What do you want to do instead?" he asked, murmuring the question as he mouthed over Locke's jaw.