Eugene hadn't expected such an enthusiastic answer to his jesting, but he welcomed it anyway. Their continued contact was wreaking havoc on his system and he was trying to keep a clear headspace. The howling wind and rain lashing at the windows was a good reminder that everything was not so peachy keen outside of this little cottage and helped to keep him from getting too caught up in everything.

"I should think I'll never have to call you Mathilda then." Of that Eugene was pretty certain. Not to mention he liked to think he was pretty even-keeled. It took a lot to rile him up these days. He used to be a bit of a hothead in his youth, but now, as a single dad working through it all, he managed to be fairly even-tempered, even at work.

Eugene sealed the thought with another slow kiss, thinking he should probably get some space between them before either one of them got carried away.