He turns his attention to Nate's neck and shoulders, then he shoots Nate a small smirk that grows as he speaks, between kisses.

"Kitten, of course. Sex kitten, if we're to be precise. It's a term commonly used in the Anderfels to refer to a pretty boytoy. Why, do you like it?" Never has Anders been good at lying, but right now he's not even trying to hide the teasing in his voice. It feels so good to be touching Nate again, to hear the sound of his voice and his breathing. Some of the stress is melting off his shoulders as he works.