[ For a moment he just enjoys the soft touch. The kind words. Corrin is a soothing presence to him, always. Like rain after a heat wave. A drink of cool water. He nuzzles into the other's hand, kissing his palm.

The question earns a coy smile from him. ]

Can we make love? Just... soft and slow. Maybe you could ride in my lap and kiss me? I know it sounds mundane but-

Honestly all I want is to be intimate with you. Hear you tell me you love me.