That is Tseng's hope. If this is what Rufus needs, then he is the only one who can provide. Full stop. He trusts no one else to take Rufus's well-being as seriously as he does.

"We'll see how much more you can take," he says, but does not allude to how. Eventually, it will be worth it to discuss these things. For now, he knows Rufus too well, can all but feel what it is he longs for.

He is in no rush to move, even though he's not sure that Rufus locked the door. The only ones who can move freely about these levels are his Turks, and he does not care if they see. Perhaps Rufus might, but that's hardly his concern. Instead, he occupies himself with reclaiming Rufus inch by trembling inch of skin, moving his mouth wherever he can reach.

"That is, if this is still what you want, Mr. President."