Jaime laughed lightly at both Dean's words and his breath against his neck. He smiled down at Dean, lifting himself up onto his elbow again--this time separating their torsos so he could run his hand firmly over Dean's chest. He idly pinched a nipple as Khaji purred something into his head.

"Heh, the scarab says he likes how you think. And that I've let fun fall by the wayside too often lately." True enough, he had more fun back when he'd first started with the hero gig. Maybe things were just simpler back then; or he'd just forgotten how to take a breather and let himself relax.