Freddie stumbled back a few steps and had to resist the urge to grin. This was what he'd wanted. If he was honest with himself - something he rarely was - he wanted it for more than one reason. Sometimes when he was pissed, when he was sick of the island or wondering about his own relationship because the last time he'd been monogamous had gone so well last time or just plain old sick and tired of the tentative relationship between himself and Anatoly.

He didn't grin, but he did flash a smirk before balling his hand into a fist and smacking it into Anatoly's stomach. See him come back from that quickly. "At a loss for words?" he taunted.