[Tonic had taken a step back to give Tek a little more room, but as his request is fulfilled... he finds himself at an optimal vantage point to gaze again at the other's perfect form, something he had somehow convinced himself could not have been possible since the last time he saw him with his shirt off.

but here is is again. he absently touches the good side of his own face, both blatantly and unabashedly captivated by the man in front of him.]

It isn't fair. [a beat.] I think I said that last time.

[and then, after a happy sigh, he asks:]

How would you feel about wearing a little piece of something from the dead man who wrecked my face, darling?