Edwin finally drew his hand away with one last lingering stroke, the other hand sliding easily along Charles' back, squeezing gently at his nape before settling into slow, full-length strokes down his spine from nape to the small of his back before lifting away to do it again, soothing Charles down again.

He couldn't help but laugh softly at that statement, the way that Charles was practically vibrating with mirth himself even while trying to catch his breath, "I can't say I'd be able to do the same. We'd still need to set aside time for cases, after all." There was clear amusement in his tone, not shooting the idea down, because the truth of it was he could very easily fall into Charles at any time of day, for as long as he was allowed.

But that was a problem even in their natural state, too, it was just his strict sense of duty and obligation -and professionalism, to a degree- that kept him from doing so. It would be all the more difficult as a living being, when those sensations and emotions were all the brighter and closer to the surface.