It's hard to focus on anything else. The way Max lets out that shaky little exhale, the way his head falls back onto his shoulder -- Rayne wants nothing more than to teach him what this city's all about, to seal their reunion in the most physical of ways.

His other hand, pressed lightly to his chest as if to keep him in place, fiddles lightly with one of the buttons on his shirt.

"No, you're right." He murmurs, dipping his head down so he could speak so quietly, so direct in his ear, his breath hot against his skin. Could Max feel the growing erection against his rear, the way that Rayne's hands seem to grasp onto him a little harder?

"..." Maybe being here so long has made him into a dirty person, some kind of pervert. After all, why else would he be unable to get his mind off of how attracted he was to his best friend in this moment??

Still, despite his worries, he swallows, and murmurs something else, quietly.

"We... have to reach 'quota' here, after we first arrive. By doing something sexual in nature, every month. Those who are here a year are free of that, but... I will help you if you'll let me. To make sure you don't have to turn to strangers, if you don't want to."