"Fuck off, dickhead. I'm a perfect fucking specimen."

He doesn't begrudge Carmy his inhuman ability to recover so quickly, mostly because he got to watch that ass walk across the room and enjoy the thought that all the cum glistening on his skin, on that flat belly and those big thighs, is from something he did. It's a vision of Biblical proportions.

When Carmy comes back, he holds up a hand for the towel or a cigarette or both, assuming like always that his cousin is going to share whatever he has.

"Come sit on my dick and see how tired I am. As if you fucking deserve it."