"You bet your ass I am..." He answers, playfully swatting the bared ass with his free hand. He might be a little out of fighting form, but Murdock's easy enough to carry and knows not to wiggle too much.

Rolling him off his shoulder, Face lets him come down hard on the mattress - the metal frame squealing in protest at the unexpected drop. "It's gonna be a good month."

With nimble hands, he strips off his jeans and sneakers - leaving them in a pile as he climbed onto the bed in his underwear, the black cotton stretched obviously around his arousal.

"A very... very good month."