[That gets a delighted almost-cackle from Corrigan, who leans in and scatters kisses along Junpei's throat and chin and cheeks.]

Hell no, I ain't sorry. I'm gonna take such good care of you there won't be any time to be sorry. [His accent is slipping out, a midwestern drawl that makes his words smooth, honeyed.]

You're never gonna go without, ever again, baby. Not for a second. Gonna make your head spin, how good I'm gonna treat you while you're all knocked up. [A pause, one hand cradling Junpei's face again, words going softer.] And after. If that's what you want.