If Squall could play at not knowing what he meant, then Zell could be vague. "I'll give you a hint, it involves your bed. Or your floor." Or his wall, or... anywhere in his room really. Almost subconsciously he started the movements with his foot again. "Or maybe down on my knees..." His eyes glazed over for a second before he forced his mind not to relieve the images he had earlier.

"Then some images came to my mind... like the last time we were alone together," he admitted, spurred on my the images that almost invaded his thoughts again.