[ Oh wow, that's fun. The warming glow that passes through their connection reminds him of downing a shot of whiskey (or Braindance). And if drugs and alcohol are just substances that make certain chemicals pop off in your brain, then really, what's the difference between taking drugs and soaking up Sebastian's pleasure? ]

I'm looking forward to it, [ Matt assures him with a smile. Quite frankly, he'd much rather be planning his scrying spell and watching Sebastian turn his notes into a shadowy grimoire than stuck in a dream war. Alas.

He lets Sebastian move his hand, gaze flicking down to follow the movement. It's a small thing, but Matt revels in it: the smoothness of the gesture, Sebastian's certainty. Matt brushes his thumb over his gloved hand. ]

I have ... no idea what that is, [ he admits, grinning. ] So if you're ready to take your life into your hands, or you think you can whip me into shape--I'm in.