[The huffing laugh Koby gives in response has no real fire in it, even accompanied by an eyeroll, as he settles back flat on his feet and smooths both hands down the front of Quentin’s shirt.] No wrath necessary. All in one piece, here. [Shaking his head, hands lingering on Quentin’s chest, feeling the contours he’s memorized by now, the intoxicating heat that makes him tempted to abandon his discovery and find a sunny spot to spend the afternoon together instead.

Maybe later. One thumb traces over the shape of Quentin’s piercing, absently, and Koby amends that thought: definitely later.

Then, dropping his hands, Koby shakes his head again and turns back to the dock, to the (not at all seaworthy, but comfortable) rowboat tied up there.] We aren’t going into the wilderness, don’t be silly. You make it sound like I’m trying to spirit you away for nefarious purposes.

[Look at how innocent he is, nothing nefarious here~] We’re just going out on the lake.