Lewis looked around the room. He would honestly be up for any of those options, but he knew they all had the ability to turn into more than talking. He and Lorenzo had a healthy sex life. They always had. It was passionate, and even though they had a baby, it was still frequent. They made love most days. That had never been an issue for them. The only time that was interfered with was after Lewis had been horribly attacked and tortured, and when Lorenzo had initially fallen ill with Hep C. They still had the intimacy even during those times, spending time curled up in bed together and just holding each other.

"Climb into bed and talk. And no, it's no issues with our marriage, babe. I promise you that." He took Lorenzo's face into his hands and gave him a soft and reassuring kiss. Then he started to help him out of his coat, and soon they were both down to just their underwear and curling up in the huge bed together. Lying there on his side, watching Lorenzo getting comfortable, he felt Lorenzo's hand brushed softly down his torso. His fingers paused at the scar at the side of Lewis' chest and their gaze met. "That's what I want to talk about..."