Through half-lidded eyes he surveys his handiwork. Bright red marks from the more shallow bites while the first has the promises of a lasting bruise. Yes, yes he is more than satisfied.

"More than you know, 'Daeus," he whispers. "The only thing that would please me more is to see our souls truly bonded." Reaching forth, he gently touches his fingers to Hythlodaeus' stomach, smoothing up skin until his palm rests over his friend's heart. "Then you would know how desperately I desire you in this moment. No-one else can possibly understand..."

He sucks in a deep breath and lets it out slowly. Hythlodaeus weight presses upon his loins, reminding him of who has charge.

"Should you ever bare yourself to another, I want them to know my passion marked your skin first."