[ Why yes he did. Unwillingly, though. Wasn't it too early for hamon touching? As if last night hadn't been enough Joseph thinks to himself while staring blankly at Caesar.

Not that he could recall the whole picture to be honest, memories still blurry even if he tried hard to collect the pieces himself. Still, a couple flashbacks were enough to tease Caesar into oblivion. Not to mention the blister on his lip.

And he better put those memories to use now. Before Caesar pressed him further into getting up to clean the absolute mess they left last night.

The hand on his belly, though, he appreciates it. Caesar's fingers gracing, teasing his abs... until a hamon fused push comes and spreads through his body again, like an electric shock--

Nope, enough.

So he grabs Caesar's hand by the wrist. In a swift move, he rolls and straddles Caesar, sitting on his belly, restraining that pretty hand of his above his head, grinning. His head still aching, though. ]

Can't you just chill? Room service's gonna clean the mess later today. Besides, we still have unfinished business after what we did last night.

[ Was that bluffing? Maybe yes. Maybe no. ]