"My pain means nothing to you," he deadpans, giving her a woeful look before rolling over onto his stomach, being careful of his stupid mummified leg. "It's too risky anyway. We get each other all worked up and all naked and boom, we accidentally do the thing." It's not like they're not both functioning adults who know how to use words, but the scenario he's just painted definitely isn't improbably now that he thinks more on it. He's pretty sure all it would take is like, one raised eyebrow on her side before he takes it as a sign that they should just go to town. But no, as much as he's being bratty and acting like the blames lies with her, he does admit that he's totally up for making it a romantic evening--not that it wouldn't be special otherwise but the thought of doing something like that for her is too hard to resist.

"That's not too far off," he replies, squinting to himself as he counts the days in his head. Just under two months. "I can wait." He's not a very patient man but when it comes to miracles of science, he'd to just about anything.