Mnh, hold on... [God, he really didn't want to take his hands off Maxima. He was just able to bring his pants that hung off the edge of the bed back enough to reach into his pockets.

And not only will Maxima be met with disappointment but a resigned furrow of Lighter's brow that was the epitome of "welp".]

Sorry... but I'm afraid not. I-I mean I won't lie I didn't think we'd get this far. [...] Didn't bring my room key either, apparently.

[He's fumbling hard here but there was something more hard than Lighter's fumbling right now.]

The lotion's fine for right now, it's fine just... fuck you've got me so worked up.