"Hey, don't look away," Rosen stated, "You've started over, right?"

Long still didn't look at Rosen.

"c'mon," Rosen sighed, "Stop being so embarrassed and look at my beautiful mug," he grinned.

"... Why?" Long asked.

"Well why are you trying to hard to not look at me?" Rosen countered, a little offended.

"... I'm not," Long argued. "But now, why do I have to look at your 'mug?'"

Rosen blinked, "... mug... like... my face," he clarified, confused.

"... Oh..." Long replied. Maybe all that whispering in his ear had effected him.

Rosen glanced at him and then started laughing.

Long didn't seem to think it was funny. He still didn't look at Rosen either.

"I mean if you want to see my..." and listed off a bunch of explicits, "you're more than welcome to," he teased lightly.

Long made a mental note of the references, but didn't reply.

"Anyway, stop ignoring me and look at me," Rosen whined.

The whining didn't seem to help. With nothing to distract him he was starting to drift away again.

Rosen stared at Long for a long moment before shifting and plopping down right in front of him, "Will you give me a back massage? Being knocked out really tightened me up," he complained.

Long seemed rather confused. "... Me?" he asked.