He wished he could stay there for that long, focused on just the warmth of skin against him and the occasional hum of the scarab between them--like a tired sigh. He actually got to doze off for a little.

It only took a few minutes, of course, for his stomach to interrupt. Jaime furrowed his brow at the insistent rumble coming from his middle. "No, shut up. I want to spoon with the hot man some more," Jaime murmured in mock despair.