Work is something you don't usually enjoy, and we're both going to enjoy this so it doesn't count. It might be hard sometimes but...it'll be fun. [ Natsuno is sure of it, even if he's awash in a sea of stimulation right now. It's hard to focus and his breaths have become a little deeper—he's hot and his skin feels all tingly but that doesn't stop him from taking every touch he can get.

Tipping his head back a bit he watches the steam rise slowly to ceiling; if he looked anywhere he would be too tempted to reply with his tongue in a way that had nothing to do with words at all. ]

Mmn...yeah. [ Making eye contact now might be dangerous, but he can't help it given the topic (his vendetta against churches likely won't be short lived). He can't help the wry upturn of his lips either. ] Maybe only a few.