Vox pulled Alastor flush against his body, reveling in the heat but slowing down as advised. The fatigue did catch up, making him a bit breathless, but he still smirked and relished the endorphins and pleasant little electrical signals.

"I guess so. And whiskey is the other half of the promise. We can take it slow, now," he purred, swaying in a slow dance and intertwining his fingers with Alastor's. Just a moment longer, even if it's a slower pace.