"After you, now that I've considered it." Matter of fact. Raikov had his youth. Volgin had experience.

But, when in doubt, he still had that prostate of Raikov's to fall back on, if things were getting... too tense. Still, there was a husky grunt strained out of him; the Major knew how to control himself back there.

He delayed the approaching, controlled joy of sharing his electrical nature for one moment. He had an honest question:

"You've been practicing. For the other one, eh?"