[Please, sir, you know there's a switch that flips in him when that spot is touched. Vash gets a small warning in the noise Ain makes in the back of his throat and the way his wings unfurl slightly, lazily, but it's not a warning to stop by any means.

So, in return, Ain draws lazy patterns into Vash's chest with his index finger. Nothing super specific, just trailing over the fabric of his shirt and if his fingers stray to any nipples at all, whoops! We'll just have to see what happens won't we!!]

Haha, that's fair. I wouldn't have been able to stop if we started... we would've gotten kicked out. [Not even by their friends, just by that bartender who had to put up with people shouting about dicks all night. Par for the course but also.] Mm... we have a lot of lost time to make up for. I was sick for a week, plus we had the journey...