Burr nestles into him, and Hamilton's words lapse, replaced by a soft purr on his next exhale.

"I was back a little early." This is true, but they've definitely blown through that time by now. Heh; blown.

The movement makes him give a little gasp, a little twitch. Not of pain. God, he wants this to last. "It won't be long." Already, he can feel the fierce throb starting to fade as the knot just starts to soften.

"I have string," he murmurs. "Can run it around your trousers, do up your jacket all the way. Go in to town. Hercules is at the shop where he apprentices." He has been thinking about that problem, too, in the last few minutes.