There's definitely a part of Zeke's brain that's still trying to save him from himself. Like, it would be perfectly acceptable to pull out his phone and ask Crysta for help drafting horny messages. Acceptable AND normal, in fact, assures that little voice in the back of his mind.

But Zeke doesn't like to listen to that part of his brain. That guy's into stability and maintaining his mental health, and Zeke doesn't fuck with that.

"I mean, I'm always fear-filled, but." He looks to the door. It's been so long since they came in here. So long. And Beulah... might not even be there anymore. That doesn't look like her bones on the other side of the wall, and that person is definitely asleep anyway. He offers the non-bitten side of his neck toward Crysta. "Looks like we got time. Wanna even a girl out?"