[On the contrary: had she said it out loud, Tommy would have assured Eddie that for most - especially men - pressing her topless self against whoever is spiraling would most definitely work.

He shakes his head, smiling despite himself. An avenging angel. Still cupping the side of her face, Tommy runs a thumb over a cheekbone and the constellation half-hidden there. Tries, and mostly fails, to not let his hips tilt with the motion of her fingers.] Yeah, well. Some would tell you I love being corrupted. But I do have to grab breakfast and try to pretend I wasn't being a papi before my brother comes sniffing around. You want powdered eggs? Or are you going back to sleep. [It's not really a question. Groping hands aside, Eddie's left an impression: she's not an early riser.]