"Listen, you little shit," Wesley replies with a fond snort as he yanks the shirt up and over his head, his words muffled while he speaks with the fabric around his head before he's free of it. "I'm just checking."

And there's a smile upon his lips as he throws the shirt away, next pulling open the fly of his jeans - relief, thank you so much - the curve both exasperated and awfully fond.

"And I figured you might not like it if I would presume without asking you." He's lived with someone who was hot and cold without a warning. It's simple self-preservation to never dare to assume more than is explicitly agreed upon.

Though, the idea that he could assume something is quite tempting.

He shrugs a bit and moves closer to Q, bumping his hip against the man's lightly as he brings his hands up to Q's waist, looking down between them.

"You'll have a contract with me as long as you like. To be honest, I'd rather you'd be with me than anyone else. I thought that was pretty obvious."