"I shall simply have to endeavor to make you happy as much as I can. I can hope, can't I? That aside, I think I picked just fine. You smile with your eyes too." He knows it isn't so simple, but he wants to rise to that challenge. Even if it is a fool's errand.

He does reach up to cover Emet's hand when he starts to prepare his magic. Bringing it to his owl lips and kissing his fingers.

"No. No magic. I want to enjoy this the slow way." The slow way indeed. He does gradually pull himself out of the other man and slide to his feet. Scooping Emet up without so much as the blink of an eye. His stature certainly disproportionate to his strength. Oh yes, he intends to carry him to the bath. Which he does- simply starts walking down the hall to the washroom. It takes a few moments to draw the warm bath, and browse the collection of salts, soaps and oils there. Once it is ready, Byleth first deposits his lover into the steaming water, and then slides in behind him, sighing gladly at the heat.

Pulling the Ancient back to rest against him, he lets his eyes slip shut for just a moment to really appreciate it.

"That's better, isn't it?" He asks, hands folding together against Emet's chest as his arms encircle him.