Kell's lips are warm and they tingle even when their lips are apart, the memory, the magic still there.

"You aren't intent on it being a suicide mission?" Kell asks and he should be quiet, let this conversation go for later. Right now, there were two fingers inside of him and he wants more. But the thought, the desire for Holland, for more.. that unless wouldn't go away.

But he'd try to quiet it for the time being.

"Just... accept what I am giving you, we'll talk later," he says before Holland can answer.