No. [Here's a deep sigh, frustrated and tired. It turns into a small, surprised "hngh" as Denmark nuzzles his neck and a shove that hopefully sends Denmark further away from him.]

Think it like a contract. An' we're not going ta make one before ye want it too. [A deadpan glare.] None of this really matters as long as ye don't want anything else but a best friend with sex.

[Then he quiets, tone turning softer, gaze wandering down in a very unusual manner.] Dates and the other stuff are a result, I suppose, not the reason.