The answer should have been a while. Should have been. But in this city, when you had something designed to put you in the mood, the mood helped certain parts of the body along in how long it took to get things going again. But he didn't have to tell Quentin that. Let him feel guilty for a minute and let Randall have a minute for his heart to retreat back to his chest instead of his throat.

"Well, if someone hadn't just blown me, the answer would have been 'right now'. So if you want something before then, I think that's a you problem."

He was going to be found out sooner and not later, especially with Quentin sitting on his lap, but since he had his jeans on, it'd take a minute or two before he noticed that Randall was already starting to get hard again.

"Maybe come back in twenty, thirty minutes. An hour tops."