Jag made a frustrated little noise when the motion of Val's hand stopped, and was about to ask for it back when Val spoke, and Jag didn't know what to do with the emotions that swelled up in him, didn't know how to hear those words without that tense and release in his lungs, didn't know how to respond to them. Didn't have a clue about that last one, actually. He'd expected more dirty talk, and he froze for a couple of seconds, and then he poured all that he didn't know into a long, deep kiss, because actions spoke louder than words, didn't they? He wasn't sure his actions could ever speak as loud as Val's words had just now, with him, but they would certainly speak louder than any inadequate word Jag might have awkwardly come up with.