"I want bacon," and there's a sudden and sharp eagerness in him that has nothing to do with sexuality. "I want the pork."

The noises he makes when he's fed are positively pornographic. Nips at Burr's fingers, playfully.

"So what are you going to do?" he asks, finally, after that's done, once he's draped himself onto Burr's chest. "You asked if I would have married you if I got you pregnant -- and the answer is yes, if you came before Eliza. Even if you infuriated me." He props his head up on his hand, and frowns at Burr. "So what are you going to do now?"