Omi couldn't help another snort at that reply for the sheer irony of it. And while he was tempted to banter back that was true-- he had his hands full of that already-- the moment passed before it left his mouth. There was a warm, firm hand on his hip and warm air exhaled against his cheek. He'd be lying if he said it didn't stir the anticipation. He quirked an eyebrow and the corner of his mouth at Akaya's question.

"Don't tell me you really did only have one extra minute on account of the shorts."

But he put the mug on the counter and turned towards him, sliding his arms up around the back of the musician's neck.

"I'm ready anytime."