He's not the most graceful di'Taykan, but he's very flexible. Without interrupting the shorter man's pleasant teasing, he disentangles one long leg to kick the boot off the side of the bed, then twists himself to dig the heel gently into the small of Mort's back. He doesn't have to be Dysun to be pretty sure everything about him says fuk me right now. This might be the time for the flattery he was holding back on, if not least because his mouth is free for the moment. "Ablin gon savit, when were you going to tell me about the tongue? I'd have jumped you before this if I knew..." Heh, his tongue's still a little tingly. He turns his head to speak right into Mort's ear. "For that, you get anything you want." His tongue flickers out to underscore the point.