Price came home from a long mission and had been using your thighs as his pillow while you told him the latest drama.

He always loved listening to your voice so he happily accepted the opportunity — even if he knew that you were as focused as a squirrel.

While you play with his talk, he closes his eyes, prompting you to ask if he wanted you to stop so he could rest.

Price looked up at you like you shot his fish.

"Your voice is my muse, lovey. Talk as much as your mouth will let you."