Martin cradled Ian's face, smiling lightly at him. "Of course I do..." He sighed, catching Ian's eyes. Like green gems, deep and beautiful and shocking at first. "But y'know, it's not too safe to multitask like this..." Behind him the stove warmed slowly, catching his clothing and skin. "But, ah..." He drew his hand over Ian's hair and kissed him deeply. "Maybe... a few minutes wouldn't hurt... But just a few." He pushed Ian back, walking with him until he hit the island in the center of the kitchen.