"My proxy?" Thanks to the recent orgasm he isn't quite firing on all cylinders yet, and it takes him a moment to discern what he means. It hits him, and he cracks a grin.

"Oh... could you possibly double over backwards and fuck your throat?" he murmurs. "Come across my face? Wait. I'm confusing myself. Are you me, or are you you? Or..."

A combination of a stupid joke and a bit of lingering frustration that they're still not as free as they ought to be. As he thinks they ought to be, anyway, because the healers certainly wouldn't agree with Garrett's assessment. Cullen's remark about revisiting this at night has him suddenly rather giddy again.

"Touch yourself," he murmurs. "Where I can see. Will it take the edge off, or make it even worse? I'm not sure..."