[Jason tips his head for Dick to nuzzle along, fingers petting him lazily, almost randomly. He half-smiles.]

Couldn't make me if you wanted to.

[It's teasing, not confrontational.]

Take me though, that's something you can do pretty well.

[A smirk a little wriggle when his hip is squeezed. But Jason goes quiet for a minute, that rare hint of self-consciousness in his face that doesn't come often, but that Dick's seen a few times. Finally he speaks slowly.]

Yeah, Dickie. I want. But I've never really done that before. The one time I tried didn't go so hot. Does that ... mean you'd be only mine too?