It means exactly that, you both suck at taking it down a notch.

[ even as they speak miller's already getting to work; it proves his point, doesn't it? but he can't help from feeling a touch fond about it - a realization that makes him crumple up a little. fond. who is he?

tetora drops himself into the loveseat, curls up into a slouching ball of limbs that handily strip shoes and top shirt from his body. snake's gifts are already darkening, blue-dark bruises stark on tetora's skin. ]

It's a good look on you, though. [ with his shirt thrown around his shoulders, tetora yawns loudly. ] Don't stay up too late, Miller-san.