He still has to finish his smoke - who knows how long he'll be able to keep his supply line up, if Max traces these back to Loki. He takes a final drag before tossing the butt aside, and his clothing hits the floor shortly after. The only things he keeps on, as usual, are his necklace and the gauze wraps around his wrists. He crawls on top of Jason and presses a sloppy kiss to his mouth, tasting like cigarettes and gasoline.

It's something, but it's not enough. Dodger lets out a deep growl in the back of his throat, gripping Jason's hips to burn light fingerprints into the skin, and nipping softly at Jason's bottom lip. His cock is hard, but his body language is rigid and restless, unengaged with the scene despite his best efforts.