Damn right he's not. He knows how to twist those reactions out of him. It's a matter of pride, turning someone's brain to mush with just his lips, just his tongue. And while it's Locus staring up at him, working his mouth over him in slick, rhythmic movements before teasing the slit at the tip with his tongue, it's Felix masterminding the affair.

Both of them are still riding the high from completing the exercise. Both of them want off. Both of them, for their own reasons, want to see Taylor come apart.