Even though he knows he quite literally asked for his friend and lover to assume the reins, being confronted by it is...well, something else. He finds himself unable to tear his eyes away, feels a flush creeping up his neck and into his checks yet again despite having left the cold behind. Some of it is the wine, but honestly...honestly?

Most of it is sheer attraction.

The way Hythlodaeus' fingers tenderly brush through his hair sets his heart aflutter. Even without their soulsight here, his lover's gaze is no less piercing. He feels seen in a way few can understand.

Yes, he thinks - this sort of play does arouse him. He doesn't try to hide it this time. And it's only because of his utter trust for Hythlodaeus that he feels comfortable in what he says next.

"When you are ready...to have me," he whispers.