"Yeah..." Crichton answers, slightly unsteady after the waistband pops over his erection, "Yeah, it is."

He's still trapped in his briefs, not one for going commando if he can help it. So, if Arthur leans in he'll be met by a thin barrier of fabric still separating them.

"And to all a good night," Crichton chuckles. Stupid jokes are his favorite.