By the time they reached Gannicus's building, Krem was fired with pleasure and need again, but he was keeping it carefully to himself. He was grateful for his strange, deficient body in moments like this, that he didn't have to curiously wonder how he might conceal his arousal; it was always concealed.

While Gannicus got them into the building and then up and into his apartment, Krem did his best to distract him. As soon as they were inside the apartment, Krem's hands fell feverishly to the fly of Gannicus's jeans.