[It's a sweet thought, and the delivery of it is absolutely second to none. Sean can't help but flush up a little, his already pink cheeks getting a darker red. It's a really nice thought, that he might be important enough to remember for more than a week or two.

But he doubts it. And that's fine. Sean's enjoying this for what it is - a nice dinner, good sex, great company, and a happy memory. Connor's a busy man. There's going to be a new case tomorrow, and he'll forget all about Sean.

Or, maybe not... maybe Sean shouldn't doubt him. He reaches up to run his thumb over Connor's chin, looking at how pretty and pink his mouth it, his lips a little shiny from how Connor's swiped his tongue over it. Sean presses down on that lower lip lightly, tracing the path the tongue took.]

Good. I'd like that. I can't say my memory's perfect, but I know you'll be sticking out in it. Or at the very least, you'll be on replay for the next month every time I put my hand on my cock.