Oh, he's breathing. Great gasps for air that relax only slightly when that rhythm mercifully eases, and Locus turns his face, trying to conceal the fact that his eyes had started to water.

But a moment later Felix has hold of him again. His gaze shifts up, and his hands reach, tugging York down to run his tongue across his lower lip, nipping encouragingly.

"Neither are we. Not by a long shot. Watch. I'll get him back up again...and then we're gonna pull you down with us," Felix promises, his stare intent.