A soft gasp of surprise greets his sudden change of perspective. He smiles though, faint yet fond, reaching up to brush the backs of his fingers along Hythlodaeus' cheek.

His soul aches to meld with theirs. To feel the pleasure far more keenly than flesh can, to ascend in ways mortals could barely imagine. His eyes darken to lustful gold as his loins throb, desiring fulfilment.

"Since we cannot be joined in spirit or mind, let our bodies speak for our love," he whispers. Flashes of heat prickle along his body where Hythlodaeus' hands have been. "My flesh is yours, and yours, mine. Make love to me slowly or quickly - I care not which you choose so long as it is thorough. Join with me in the only way we can be joined here and now."

As if his friend needs reminding of what he refers to, he draws a knee up and spreads suggestively. "I want to feel every inch of you, 'Daeus."