[The confusion doesn't fade with Teddy's next question, but Billy's busy at the blond's neck, so his initial response is just a quiet sound of affirmation, biting down and soothing the spot with his tongue. After a moment, though, it clicks that Teddy had actually sounded nervous when asking, so it merits a real response. He forces himself upright, brows furrowed curiously, and nods.]
Um. Sure? I trust you, whatever it is.
[And despite his confusion, his voice is sincere.]
[action, december 20th]
Um. Sure? I trust you, whatever it is.
[And despite his confusion, his voice is sincere.]