"Is that right?" A smile against Anders' hair, and then he sits them both up, Anders still on his lap, arms circling Anders' waist. "We can't have anyone forgetting, can we?"

He chooses a spot on that pale neck to capture with his teeth before he begins to suck and worry at it. He loves to mark Anders. It's part of his jealous nature, perhaps, if a happier way of expressing it than actually getting jealous.