So would Dimitri, honestly. To hear Byleth sing his praises so... It's a bit overwhelming, honestly, even for as much as he loves it. Him. "P-perfect?" he can't help but (attempt to) protest. It isn't very effective, of course, if the way he nearly laughs before it being cut off by a low moan.

"I can only s-say the same," he replies. To him, Byleth is everything and always be. The man was a guiding star in the darkest of his nights. He was the one who took his hand and led him back down the right path, the one that he had always hoped to walk. And now he'll never have to let go of his hand again. In fact, it will now have an extra bit of shine to help lead him.

Before he can stop himself, Dimitri is picking up his pace and fucking up into Byleth without abandon. He wants to pull every perfect sound out of him that he can.