"Can't remember the last time," Azwel mumbles, his voice soft, now. Clearly he's the kind of person who loses track of the time and intensity of his work.

Any time Phillip has to grind at a knot or a muscle root Azwel gives a low, throaty sound, mumbling positive but slightly incoherent words. It sends wonderful tingling shivers through his skin, making hair stand up and causing heat to pool in his root. It leaves him panting.