"No, I'm not stoned nor am I drunk. Ansgar I---"

The Brit felt his words hitch in his throat, lost for a moment while he collected himself. This wasn't easy for him because his heart was now hammering inside his chest as he tried to focus himself. The Dane was so cute when he squealed or squirmed away from being tickled.

"---it can't wait until morning. It's very important to me and it's something I've wanted to tell you for a long time now."